Right. Apparently the guy who looked like he couldn't hurt a fly could likely wipe out the entire fly population with a raise of his eyebrow. Charlie should have known better than to judge based on a simple appearance. She blamed the mild concussion.
Deciding he had control of the situation, she took a moment to lean lightly against a nearby lamp post and work on the simple act of breathing. Shivering slightly she raised her own temperature internally to combat the arctic winds, watching with partial fascination as the demon first seemed to freeze in place then double over with a roar of agony.
A few seconds later it fell to the ground, blood the color of the blackest night seeping from the wounds created by the ice shards. It thrashed once, twice, three times until finally it went still.
Just like that, it was over. Charlie released a breath she hadn't even realized she was holding and slowly turned her bruised and bloodied face to Soubi.
"Thanks," she said simply, quietly, staying where she was for the time being. She didn't know him. It was quite possible, now that the demon was dead, that he would turn his... ability onto her. She really didn't want to have another fight on her hands at the moment if it could be at all avoided.