Wither's blade connected with a nightmare, ripping it to shreds in a whirl of mystic metal. She drank deeply of the creature's power, feeling her reserves of magic recharge and her muscles recover. [i]That's the stuff.[/i] Wither didn't really give a damn about the mind she'd saved- the power was the only thing that mattered.

The other magical girl, the one who was with the light and probably still had the whole "love and friendship" thing going on, bolted for the industrial section of town. There weren't that many nightmares there, owing to the fact that there were fewer people, but she was dragging a small horde behind her like the tail of a kite. Wither followed in hot pursuit. [i]Seems like she's a powerful source of positivity, to attract so many- and her magic is probably strong as well. Best be careful with her.[/i]