The Hellfire caught her in the chest, and she hissed and staggered back a few steps, but that was all. Hellfire was the least of her problems right now. He was down on the ground, snarling up at her like a wounded animal, and that sight pleased her. If she had a soul, it would have been warmed.
She sauntered up and planted her boot on his spine, resting the muzzle of her gun on his forehead. "Any last words, Morningstar?"