She laughed and tossed him aside, ignoring the sound of his body hitting the floor. "Have fun, Laharl," she practically sang as she walked away from his crumpled, smoking body. She giggled, glancing over her shoulder at him. "My little failure." She smiled and turned away at that.

There was nothing that could quite describe the almost feeling that she was having. Except that she wanted to do more. With the others. Which was... A good thing. Because there was a long line of people waiting on her as it was, wasn't there?

Another giggle. Oh, Marluxia so owed her for this. And then she portaled away from Laharl.