Rescue vs. Minions/Victims
John Jones was more than ready to fight at the moment. Glory had to be taken down. He hoped that the super-powered ones made a hard impact with their hits. He suspected that they would, there wasn't anyone he knew from his world that was more powerful than them. He had taken off in a red streak through the sky, joining the fight below in several seconds. His eyes had glowed red for a moment as he readied himself to fight the demons. He would also take care not to injure the humans. The humans could be restrained as one currently was.. but the demons would not have mercy. When one of the fiends demon rushed at him, he stepped aside and grabbed it by the arm, quickly soaring upward. He then took one hand and placed it on the minion's chest.
It cried out in pain. The evil thing felt a strong burning sensation, and after several minutes, it writhed as a charred palm print was on his chest. Then, John threw him aside, watching as it fell to the ground about twenty feet from the scene. It was definitely dead. Then he swiftly descended back down to see if anyone needed assistance or if there were other demons to fight alone. He knew there were more. And he would continue to fight until everyone had eliminated every threat.