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To Acid Drop, Kaeru’s emotions may have been palpable, but Nonsuch’s were [i]scalding[/i]. It was a fiery sense that scorched the Empath, as if biting into fresh peppers; the sting, then the burn. An obstinate righteousness, one that transcended the reason of philosophers and lawmakers, one that brooked no compromise. T’was not battle-confidence, not even battle-readiness, that filled the blonde paladin up.

T’was a brilliance of such intensity that it chased all else away. T’was the eye of a nuclear reactor, terrible in its unforgiving self-destruction. Brilliance, suited for casting the stark shadows within which the Detention Club dwelt.

And yet, the only hint of that madness that leaked through was the applause of Nonsuch, her steel gauntlets clanking together as Shatterscape’s tirade, eloquent as it was, found its match in the emotional outburst of Kaeru’s. It didn’t have to be Hibusa, that the Dark Magical Girls dwelt. They didn’t even have to be together, mucking about together in school and after school. Light or Dark, they were magical girls all the same, and their TV-headed mascots didn’t make a distinction whether they lived with their family still, or if they made do with cardboard boxes and almost-expired bentos. If there was a single reason for this…well, Nonsuch spoke it out pretty clearly.

[b]“Aren’t you getting things mixed up here? There’s more evil in the world than good, Shatterscape. [i]We’re[/i] the ones that have it hard! Isn’t that why you’ve [i]fallen[/i]?”[/b]

Like that, what tenuous peace could’ve existed was broken. A destructive beam rippled through the night sky, striking Kaeru’s frog a moment too late to capitalize on its more mundane form. From the cloud of debris kicked up by the collision, the ever-chivalrous Bakegama emerged, ready to become the guardian of the shrine maiden. The new girl made the correct decision, extricating herself from the chaos expediently before the full ‘might’ of the Detention Club emerged. Nonsuch called out behind her, a cheery cry to send her off: [b]“Remember! Shoot the eyeballs!”[/b]

Then, there upon the water tower, Nonsuch leapt up as well, sailing high into the sky. The night wind whistled in her ears, the city lights sparkled in her eyes, the world opened up dark and bright. She reorientated herself, feet planting upon the haft of her Warhammer, and then kicked off, an arcane repulsion launching both Maiden and Armament away at incredible speeds.

One flew down, with a vicious, destructive roar. Acid Drop had not escaped the paladin’s gaze at the apex of her leap, and between the near-immortal Shatterscape and a random weirdo who didn’t wield any obvious weapons, it was obvious who the weak link was. She was going to be crushed flat, splattered against the rooftops like a tomato, unless something was done.

Another flew forth, with a glorious, banshee-like laugh. Evil Eye’s minions were well-dispersed, but the Detention Club was never all that talented when it came to hiding. In the split second of Nonsuch flying by another of the Mogall’s, she made sure to look right into the monster, right into the maiden behind the monster, and flash a grin that was wide eyes, bared teeth. A naked threat, to give Shatterscape, that immortal on the rooftops, [i]another[/i] option.

Save Acid Drop and then chase the new girl, or return and protect Evil Eye before Nonsuch crushed her real eyes. And there wasn’t all that much time. Shatterscape was immortal and could seemingly appear from nowhere, but Nonsuch was just plain [i]fast[/i], a shooting star with a hammer attached!

[b]“Oh shoooooooooooooooot!”[/b] The Doppler effect made it almost incomprehensible. [b]“Kaeru, we didn’t even get her nameeeeeeeeeeee!"[/b]