[B]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/B]

The newbie magical girl and the Ripper appeared to have the situation regarding the trapped civilians mostly handled on their end, and although the certainty of their success was unknown to Copenhagen Star, she hoped that the discovery of the weak point would turn the odds in their favour. Being able to cut into its body would also assist in satisfying her curiosity in regards to the composition of the monster; however, that was the duty of her fellow warriors, not hers. She needed to - [i]whoosh[/i] - survive the assault of the tentacles first, and at the rate the drills were forming, she needed to attack with more than simply a burning tree.

Her arms heaved one last time, [i]throwing[/i] the burning cedar straight into the mass of tentacles. Barely a second later, she was already moving back, space shifting to allow her to rapidly pull away from the tendrils. Ten metres was a good enough distance, she decided, allowing her breaths to settle down. Keeping up the current attack would only lead to her own downfall. She needed to get rid of them all without delay.

"[color=54D1F1]Try your super move, boss.[/color]"

It was a possibility that she could undertake. The high-power attack that she usually kept in reserve as a trump card was likely to deal heavy damage to the tentacles, but at the cost of draining her entirely. It was, unfortunately, a 'finisher', as others would have called it, meaning that it was best used if she knew it would bring an end to the fight. In the current situation, her use of it would be to take out the tentacles in one single blow, thus providing more time for the other magical girls to save the civilians.

She weighed the pros and cons in her mind.

She would do it.

Copenhagen Star stretched her arms out. A black ball, twisting violently as the very fabric of spacetime distorted around its shaking mass of darkness, coalesced in her hands. Gravitational disturbances fluctuated around as the amount of energy being condensed grew. She could feel herself drain away as she built up power. It was painful. Exhausting. But this was the most optimal decision that could be made.

Space would rend before her.

She fired. A choked gasp for air left her as she dropped to one knee.

The ball of darkness, reality distorting in its wake, flew towards the mass of tentacles.

All her energy was in there. In that beautiful manifestation of power.

Every tentacle gone in one blow.