Chris exploded in a shower of gore, dyeing P-Sta red from head to toe. Asha'rah would have winced in sympathy, had she not just witnessed Jack lose his life. A lifetime of redemption had lain ahead of him, now ended before it could even begin. Asha'rah ached for his loss, but nowhere near as much as Sarada had to be going through right now. Banefire had to be brought to heel, now.
A flurry of attacks rained were raining down upon him, and Zaofan in particular was too close for her to risk a big attack. Perhaps a distraction instead - something to force Banefire to put itself in a hopeless position. She reached into her robe and pulled forth what looked exactly like the horn the demon wanted so badly. In reality, it was but one of her orbs, masked by Visions in the Desert to look like the horn.
"Is this what you desire, demon? Have it then!"
She tossed the "horn" away in disgust in Banefire's general direction.