Having been fighting beside and against Flauros for a few days now, Sal was no longer stunned by the demon's show of power. Yes, she was still impressed, albeit grudgingly, but when he performed such spells, she barely glanced sideways.
Being naturally agile, she instead glided around the street, dodging any zombies that got too close and effectively exterminating them in the process. By the time Flauros eradicated his fifty corpses, she had cleared a twenty-foot radius around her. Then she grinned over at him, slipped a gun in her holster, and pulled out one of three hand grenades she currently carried. Yanking the pin out with her teeth, she casually tossed the explosive over her shoulder, barely flinching as it exploded, presumably sending a few bodies flying.
"More than enough to keep me on top, I'll say that much." She chuckled, hollering back. "The pyrotechnics are pretty and all, but there's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty, you know."