It was early into the night yet, and she hadn't seen much activity. And what activity she'd seen was mostly a few stragglers hurrying their way indoors before it got any later. Celes found it almost odd, really, that in a place where few people were without power, most still ran from the night.

She caught sight of a woman out of the corner of her eye -- someone heading home from work, if the clothing was any indication -- and some intuition that she couldn't name prompted her to look up. And it was a good thing she did.

A half-moment of concentration, a quietly whispered spell, and a blast of flame shot forth from her hand, intercepting the Death Head Squid when it was about two feet from landing on the woman's head. So instead of an unpleasant new hat, the potential victim just ended up with a shower of ash.

"Hey. You all right?"