Taking up a nearby piece of rebar, Robbie gripped it like a sword and set it ablaze. "So you've got the devil inside you too."
"What are you talking about?" Daisy asked him, her face contorted with confusion.
He didn't answer, just swung at her with the burning pole of metal. She ducked beneath it and sent him tumbling with a vibration blast, screaming silently at the pain in her weakening bones. Standing up fully, she spoke down to him as he rolled to his feet slowly.
"Are we seriously going to do this? I just wanted to talk."
He shot up like lightning and they traded many blows before she pinned him to a frame. He looked her dead in the eyes. "You shouldn't have gotten involved."
"Serial killers always complain when you try to intervene." Daisy retorted.
"I only kill asesinos who deserve it. It's vengeance chica."
"For what? You killed a detective!" She spat.
The leather jacket wearing young man shrugged. "He had blood on his hands."
She struck him across the face with her free hand, balled into a fist. The blow split his skin, leaving a gash in his cheek that was pretty nasty as those cause by a punch went.
"A school teacher!"
Surging forward, he repelled her vibrational hold on him and retorted himself. "A pedophile!"
"You don't get to decide who lives or dies." She told him sternly as she sent him tumbling again, turning to face him once more.
Robbie got to his feet slowly, his expression turning far more solemn as he replied.
"I'm not the one who decides."
With that, he called on the evil inside him, burning his flesh off excruciatingly as his skeleton caught alight with the fire of the devil. His glowing orange eyes told her what he couldn't say as the Rider took over.
The devil does.
Tearing the bumper off a car, the Ghost Rider set it aflame and swung it, only to have it repelled by a vibrational blast. As it advanced, it noted the pain the use of her powers caused the young woman. She wouldn't carry on resistance much longer even if she didn't know it, because she was as weak as a puppy to the bounty hunter of the devil.
Her next blast struck its chest, but did nothing as the avatar of the Spirit of Vengeance strode towards her. Careful not to use too much force, the Rider hooked its leg behind hers and pushed her by the collarbone. She fell.
She hit the dirt, or she would've if it hadn't caught her by her top. With a gentleness that contradicted its hellish appearance, it lowered her to the ground.
There was an unspoken message in its behaviour, one she barely caught.
Stop, before you hurt yourself any more.
Daisy decided to hell with it, and blasted the flaming skeleton again, this time with both hands. It flew, but landed on its feet with ease. Rising, she charged it and lashed out with a kick to its side.
Effortlessly, the Rider caught her leg and pushed her by the collarbone again, but this time harder. She flew a short distance and her back met the unforgiving ground. It grabbed the heavy shelf that was next to her and dropped it on her. Instinctively, she stopped it with vibrations from her hands, barely holding it off herself.
The Ghost Rider crouched beside her, regarding her curiously. She gasped out five words.
"Do it. I deserve it."
It did nothing, just watched her. When exhaustion hit her moments later, her powers stopped. It caught the shelf and held it up with one hand. The other grasped her collar.
Rising to its feet, the Rider pulled her clear, then dropped the shelf. It crashed to the ground where she would've been if it wasn't holding her up by the collars of both her jacket and top. It dropped her, then walked away into the darkness, leaving her lying fully conscious on the ground. She'd recover enough energy to move later, but for now she was motionless.
Once out of sight, the Ghost Rider walked to the Hell Charger and started the engine. It had spared her, because she was innocent, but it would keep an eye on her if she turned up again. This woman unsettled the Rider. Her soul was pure yet she begged for death.