There were a lot of ways I could get rid of the woman. My ability to directly convince people of things was pretty good even before I considered tapping into the last few motes of my Infernal magic to push that to superhuman levels.

But while the demon city was bold, it was not stupid and neither was I. I had no need to manipulate the woman when there was an easier way to get her out of here.

I walked up to her and knelt down, "Help me get him out of here."

"Wh-" she looked at me and her eyes went impossibly wide, "W-What- No you can't-"

"The whole building could come down any minute, you going to leave him here?" I demanded of her not angry or curious, not anything other then a harsh blunt question embodied.

She flinched back but the thought hit her like a hammer, switches flicking in her head "coming- yes!"

I picked up the dead man, more a boy, by the social standards of the modern world, and got him out with his grieving attachment.

Job one done.

I set him down on the other side of the street. The building there seemed fine for the most part so no risk, then I immediately darted back into the building.

The other capes... Heroes mostly I assumed were helping. We had a fair number of brutes, powerhouse type parahumans with either great strength, great toughness, or both. Since you needed to be pretty tough to make proper use of superhuman strength, most ended up both.

Between that, telekinetic and matter manipulators either holding things in place or moving them around, I was actually out of my weight class. Everyone around me was either stronger, faster, or just plain knew what they were doing better.

But not many were as strongandfast as me, so I still found things I could do.

There was a girl trapped on the second floor. Maybe somewhere around the age of seven, she was pinned by a freaking wash tub that had fallen over on top of her but by raw luck had managed to somehow avoid being hurt.

"Easy! I'm going to get you out of there," I told her, as I pried the thing up. It was heavy, one of those older larger things, steel and ceramics more then plastic. A big crack ran through it, but not enough to split it in half.

That, of course, would make things to easy.

I heaved, lifting the massive antique up and called out, "Can you get o-"

Before I finished my word she darted out on all fours like a frightened cat, brushing by my left leg almost hard enough to disrupt my footing.

Almost.

"That answers that," I grunted as I set the thing back down, looking at her.

She was staring. I really had to get used to that. Anima banners were kind of flashy and attention grabbing by nature after all.

"Okay we're going down now," I said as I knelt down looking her in the eye arms out, "I need you to trust me."

~Can you get more corny?~

Probably not by much, at least not while projecting a giant green rage dragon behind me anyway. Still at times corny worked.

Case in point the girl grabbed onto me.

At that point I wasted no time jumping back down to the floor level, the girl screaming out as I did.

That was actually less annoying then I thought it would be.

"Hey!" someone called out as I set her down, "Can you help me lift this thing?" I looked over, part of a wall had collapsed on the entrance to the shelter. Going by the noise coming from it, there were still people inside.

My eyes flickered over it, the thing looked heavy, more like a few thousand pounds rather then just a few hundred.

I shook my head, "Too much for me. I can probably break it, but I can't lift something that big," and wasn't that annoying.

The guy cursed, as he looked around.

"I think I can help with that," came the confident rely of a woman's voice.

I turned my head to look and found myself staring at someone with a black visor and black cape to complement their black bodysuit made identifiable by the stylized tower on the front.

Alexandria.

My fist clenched.

~Ooooh boy, there is that anger issue again.~