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Nyxia proved herself a willful one, and quick to lash out at the slightest criticism. Were she any less acerbic then she might have conceded that they were being overbearing in singling her out....at least, internally. Saying that aloud even were it warranted was just not how Roche operated with juniors and subordinates lest she compromise her own position. 

[color=orange]"You're the only here talking about attraction, Nyxia, but good to know you are fitting nicely into the Thunder stereotype. I'll take your word on the efficacy of that armor that leaves your most vulnerable areas exposed. I myself am rather keen on [I]inviting[/I] attacks, so armor like that is more a hinderance than anything."[/color] The shamanistic Magical Girl offered an exaggerated shrug,  stepping up to the roof's ledge and watching the spectacle of an unfamiliar Magical Girl having not just their first encounter with the Detention Club, but any Dark Magical Girl. 

The sheer hubris of her existence would have made the old Roche want nothing more than to take Homura under her wing and explain to her the error of her ways. To spare her the pain that would come from her path. But now she knew well enough no Light Girl would abandon their sanctimonious ways without it being beaten out of them by the cruelty of the world or their fellow Light Girls. 

[color=orange]"Us twisted reflections can only incense and disappoint the Light Girls till they either die or succumb as we did."[/color] Earthshaker saw no reason to give chase, already contenting herself to pay for the meal as a good sempai would. She gave a brief wave towards Kriegspiel as the bishop's attack wound down, leaving the area crisp from the lingering energy. 

[color=orange]"A fine showing, but you'd best hurry off if you have any desire to choose our dining place. I'll make sure new girl doesn't find herself a Miseria's latest meal, and have a portion of the feast for you."[/color] There was a warmth in her gaze, for just as a mountain was an imposing obstacle  it could so to shield and nurture those in its shadow. [color=orange]"Run along or all you'll have to show for the hunt is a popped frog or two."[/color]