Rita raises her weapon to strike again, but when he surrenders, she relents, allowing it to dissipate into smoke. "Dirty!? I was going easy on you, old man!" Despite that, she's drenched in sweat, both from exertion and from the near-constant heat of her flames. She can still feel the adrenaline, the exhilaration...

But she's not here for recreation. Actually, she probably shouldn't have gotten so caught up in this in the first place...

Rita shakes her head. "Yeah, no. It's time for you to go. Or do you want to wait for the angels to come and throw you out?" At least, there should be a few of those around. There's no doubt that their battle's drawn somebody's attention by now.