Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!
The Latin was enough to make the demon inside Jaina scared. She retaliated, sending out a blast of lightning and power at him all at once. Clark might have been powerful, but he couldn't withstand everything. The lightning struck him hard and he went crashing backward, landing sharply on his shoulders from the sheer force of the attack. That, he found, had actually hurt. There wasn't much out there that could hurt him - magic and kryptonite being the two he was most aware of - but that? It had worked. The demon had a weapon to use against him and that was certainly a first on his part when it came to this race of monster. Rolling to the side, Clark planted his hands to the ground and quickly began to push himself onto his feet. His shirt was ripped and there was a definite burn in his chest from where he had been struck, but he could feel that it was already beginning to heal.
"I don't think so," Clark said stubbornly. She was going to run. Clark wasn't going to let her. He bounded forward, moving from the spot he'd been thrown to and back out to the opposite side of the room, landing directly in the demon's path in less than half a second. He grabbed her shoulder, mouth already forming the words of the exorcism all over again. She could fight him. She could make him hurt. But she could never run away. Not when there was an innocent person trapped inside of that body and certainly not after she had harmed so many people. That demon was going back to Hell and Clark was personally going to see to it that she got there.