Help her.

Saving people is what a hero does. That you have a rather... intimate idea as to how, maybe says more about you.

Racing forward you tackle Satan Girl in the air, and she lacks the power now to push back against you, letting you ram her into the wall, cratering the volcanic rock with the impact. She strikes and struggles against you, but already she's so much weaker than she was at the start of the fight.

"You're burning out." You tell her, panic flashing in her lovely eyes. "You're going to go back to the shadows."

You grip the remains of her top and wrench them from her body, the fabric once more withering into smoke and nothingness, increasing the alarm in Satan Girl's eyes.

"I think I understand the basics of how you work now... you weren't 'real', you needed Kara's 'light' to anchor you in reality, but you can't hold onto it... not really."

Her struggles become more ****, more pathetic. Using one arm to pin her the other keeps going, pulling and snapping the sports bra and letting her giant breasts spill free, the bra vanishing as it is tossed aside. You aren't just stripping her down, if her outfit is also the same substance she is, then getting rid of it might buy her some more time.

"But I believe I can change that. I can give you an anchor." The black and silver skirt is next, allowed to drop and crumble. No modesty shorts underneath for Satan Girl, as you have left her in only her boots and a slender black thong. "If you carry my child, it will hold you in this world. The pregnancy will keep you from fading and all you have to do is be my girl. Be my good girl."

Her struggling comes to a complete stop, her arms gripping onto your one as it holds her in place. Wild emotions race through her eyes as she stares at you, tears poking through as she tries to understand what you've told her, and make some kind of decision about it. Her breath is despearte panting, and you can feel her heart thundering in her chest as you offer her salvation through motherhood.