Rita feels right at home with an inferno at her back, even as it spreads, blocking her path and growing closer, the heat licking at her skin. Unless it's Ignatius' own flames, she won't be deterred by fire. No... right now, even if Ignatius himself shows up, she has to be prepared to push forward. This is her only chance.

"I'll do something!" she cries, defiant as she conjures more flames. "I won't sit around and wait to be captured! And I won't let her keep doing whatever she wants with you!" She thrusts the flames into the space between them, where they burst, raining sparks and smoke to hopefully mask her movement while she makes another dash, trying to get around the encroaching fire before it completely cuts off her route to the inner gardens.