Harley and Pamela watch the scene unfold before them.

The tactic to take out the guard who was checking the supplies gets a smile of approval from Harley.

She also watches with fascination as Amelia takes down the two by the fire. And kept an eye on where her bat had landed in the jungle.

Pamela steps forward slightly when Amelia calls the flames to her hands. Harley gently puts a hand on her shoulder. "She needs this moment, Red. I promise you that if any damage is done to the trees nearby, both she and I will make sure new ones are planted."

Watching how Amelia tracks down each of the men, Pamela settles a little. She can relate to the desire for that level of violence. Both she and Harley can.

She watches as the flames consume the tents, crates and equipment. Not a lot of damage is done to living greenery, as the logger camp had already destroyed most of what was closest to them. So that helps Pamela to stay focused.

Harley looks around the camp, and yells out. "Not a fucking one!"