Liza flicked a little demon ichor off of her claws. The Basilisk was enjoying this a little too much. Or maybe it was her own demon heritage.

She looked over at the braziers that Dawn was pointing at. Smash those? Sure thing. It seemed less messy than fighting the demons, anyways. And maybe safer.

She threw her line out and lassoed the top of one of the braziers, then pulled back with all her strength.