A/N- Short chappy 'cause I'm evil.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
The girl crumpled to the ground, the battle still raging around her. Loki noticed, but was too far away to do more than cry out. The Dark Elf raised his sword to finish her off, but was thrown back by a sudden, powerful blast of fire. The flames licked around the girl, creating a protective ring.
The girl twitched slightly, and the blaze roared higher, snapping towards the others. Tendrils struck lightning-fast, striking down any Elves that dared be near her. The few unfortunate Elves that were too close burst into flames, their cries dying away as they turned to dust. The girl stirred again, and the fire flared, killing all the elves in range.
The remaining Elves fled back into their ship, followed by Malekith. The fire didn't seem to care, so long as they didn't threaten the girl. The Kursed remained behind, however, and the seemingly living conflagration turned its attention to him. Howling, the tendrils snapped, but the Kursed dodged away in time. The fire deflected a grenade that was thrown, however, and the Kursed was sucked into the void. Thor stood to the side, helping Jane, but Loki ran towards Rachel.
A huff from the sleeping girl, and the fire breathed its heat over the god of mischief. Thor cried out in distress, and the fire flickered, seemingly satisfied with its job. It roared into the air, swirling away to nothing but embers on the wind, leaving the four behind.