The first two aren't actually on fire anymore but they don't seem to be moving as well anymore.

Her heart is pounding, her blood is racing, her magic is singing. Her calf stops hurting.

Junkyard manager guy is a little hesitant to go out past her on account of all the fire, but called 911 again and is shouting at them behind her.

Junkyard manager guy is probably making the right call there, she's not really on top of things enough to be checking for flammable stuff on the far side of her targets. She does manage to get up the rest of the way once the pain backs off, and keeps up with the fire at any of the creatures that look to be coming towards her.

None of the little horrors are in good enough condition to manage to bite her again. They turn to ash under the force of her magic.

If there aren't may more of those things about, she will lean on the nearest solid object and take stock of things. Like the fact that her blood feels like about ten percent adrenaline by volume, and how the manager is doing, and whether she set anything on fire that shouldn't be, and are there definitely not any more of those things about?

The manager is saying "I think she got all of them - yes a uh magical girl's here she got them-"

The patchy grass growing up from the junkyard's dirt is all singed, but nothing's on fire. There don't seem to be any more of those things about.

Then she can put her claws away and take a look at her leg where it got bit and wait for the cops.

Manager guy is swearing under his breath and continuing to talk to the 911 operator. Her leg is entirely healed. Her raiment is not so gauche as to accumulate blood. There's some on the dirt and on her leg, though, just not her magic outfit's boots.

The cops are, first, a much more decked out magical girl boy suddenly landing with a loud thump in front of her. "Is anyone bleeding? I'm going to hunt for any more biters if you're alright."

"I'm fine, I think everybody's fine."

"Okay. Okay, great. I'll be back, just, biters like to go around in packs."

He zips into the air again and starts circling.

The regular cops show up not too long after that.

She can give a statement to the regular cops if they want one.

The other Spirit Bearer comes back after a minute and says that it looks like she got them all. The cops don't need a statement since there wasn't actually any crime, but would appreciate a quick one anyway.

"I saw one over that way, and threatened it with fire and it ran off. Then I went to tell the manager about it, and four showed up--probably the first one and three more but I can't tell them apart--and the manager hit one with a crowbar and I set them on fire."

And she's alright, doesn't need to go to the hospital or anything because she has magic, right?

Okay, here's a receipt of the report. It says she killed four Biters. "Good job, kid. I know 'bearers sometimes get - expected to handle these things, but still, good job."

She agrees that she doesn't need the hospital and takes the receipt. "Thank you."

"Take care now. You did alright."

The junkyard manager thanks her, too. And tells her she'll get something on the house next time, but maybe just go home for now.

She says "Thank you, that's very nice of you" and doesn't say "I was saving my own skin too" and goes home. Her parents, when they hear the story, agree that it's very lucky she had magic, and that it'll be good when her self-defense class starts.

The next day she finds Teddy before class again. "I went to the junkyard like I said I was going to, and you'll never guess what happened while I was there!"

"I probably won't, yeah. Are you asking me to guess?"

"Eh, not if you don't want to, some people like coming up with joke guesses but It's not for everyone. Anyway, the junkyard had no pistons but they did have a quartet of tiny bitey monsters! Which the junkyard manager and I killed, but they started it."

"Yikes. And you're fine?"

"Yeah, I got chewed on a bit but nothing that didn't heal up right away. Slept kind of crummy last night though, kick me under the desk if you see me falling asleep," she jokes.

"You, sleep in class? Never. Sounds like self-defense is a good idea, though."

"Yeah, definitely. The class starts in a couple weeks; it'll be good to know what to do beyond 'set the scary thing on fire'."

"And maybe also know that Biters tend to come in packs. Uh, for future reference."

"Yeah, I thought the first one was a one-off until I saw it come back with three more. Would have been good to know what to expect."