This, at least, he can do something about. With a monstrous roar, the whips virtually disintegrate in gouts of hellfire they weren't meant to withstand.
The chains lash out to pull the children from the muck and mire, while the Rider, somewhere deep within, is glad he has no sense of smell.
He can hear though, hearing their pained cries and struggles. To the demon, its a terrible cry of need for vengeance. To the man within, its pure torment, especially already knowing who is going to win this fight. All he can do is give the children time, time to rest, time to huddle in fear. His is neither to succor them or soothe them, but to avenge their pain and suffering, and make someone pay.
The other Champions are heroes. They certainly would do this differently. At least try and do more than cauterize the worst of the wounds and free the children from the pit. Neither Nick nor Zarathos are heroes, the latter isn't even 'good', in any traditional sense. He may have turned Mephisto's job offer down, but that doesn't mean he's escaped the job.
Leaving the cries of the now huddled masses of children behind, the Rider makes one last run for hell and one last confrontation with whatever devil led him down here.
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