[b][color=662d91][color=662d91]Frederica Bernhardt[/color][/color]
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Her eyes narrowed slightly as the alleyway in front of her warped and twisted, before suddenly engulfing both her and the Girl beside her in what seemed to be a Witch's labyrinth.

[color=8493ca]"I see. The one who had rushed past me, had failed to kill it before it fed."[/color]

All bluster and flash, but no substance. Or worst, they have allowed it to feed, for an extra grief seed. Either way, this was unacceptable for Frederica, for their actions have brought into reality a chain of SUFFERING. A chain wrought by the absence of the victim the familiar, now witch, had devoured. 

[color=PaleVioletRed]"This isn't the time to be standing around. The parade is happening on the other side of that thing, isn't it? Then let's go! If it just hatched, that means it must be vulnerable or something... right?"[/color]

[color=8493ca]"No. Do not underestimate a witch."[/color]

Having been sucked into a Labyrinth, a world that was unique to each witch that builds itself upon the real and simultaneously rejects the real, there was no more need for looking as inconspicuous as possible. That ship had already sailed the moment the familiar fed and hatched into a Witch. Re-materializing her armaments, she stretched for a moment, preparing herself for a real battle.

[color=8493ca]"Let us go. Do not stray from me."[/color]

Her movements were heavier, and slower than before; the weight of her turrets weighting her down, but as she finally reached where the newly hatched Witch was, it was obvious that she was as prepared as she could be for anything that might come.