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[h3]??? — Ruined Church[/h3]
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She didn’t end up having to contemplate whether she’d have to use her Armageddon spell for very long, because almost as soon as she’d raised a barricade, the attempts to shoot through the windows ended. As did the sound of combat because, according to the flying woman, Sanae, they’d scared off the attackers. 

At least that is how she interpreted it, mind more focused on the relief that it was on how exactly that had come to pass.

Then, before the boost adrenaline died down, she got another, different kind of boost, as the boy offered them thanks, which caused a small flash of light to appear around Rayne, along with metallic clink of two thin translucent teal chains forming and then disappearing. 

“Oh!” The Witch Knight started as she felt the power return to her, causing her to float up and off of the ground, the Link having ironically unlinked her from gravity. A shimmer of magic formed in each hand briefly as she flexed a pair of familiar magical muscles, reaching for her sword and ‘gun’ for a moment to make sure they were still there.

All that took less than a handful of heartbeats, after which she nodded to the young boy in her own thanks, before seeing his concerned face and wondering what was wrong. She didn’t have to think on it herself however, as the knight had already figured it out: the native’s home was still in danger.

“If there’s still people to save, then of course I’m coming” she started to tell the knight when he asked if any of them would be willing to go after the Ravens. But in doing so she had to turn to face him, and his body could only block what he (and a few others) had done to the attackers. Her final words faltered, and she found herself clapping a hand over her mouth, looking and feeling sick to her stomach at the sight of the slaughtered.

Blood and mangled bodies lay in the grass outside the church, the results of a lethal and decidedly one sided battle. It shook her to her core. She knew this was what happened when people fought, her fellow knight witches had killed living soldiers as well as golems during the war under the broken sky, this she knew, though only as of the prior day due to that information being hushed post conflict. 

But at the same time, it looked like not a single scratch had been laid upon the summoned people who had slain them, so she had to ask, voice quite yet forceful “Did you [i]have[/i] to kill them? They never stood a chance”

Whatever argument over morality that question resulted in might have to wait, because at more or less the same moment she asked, the ax wielding green golem broke down under the pressure of all the unanswered questions.

“That doesn't-” she started to dismiss his concerns, more worried about the deaths that had occurred, and would occur if they lingered, but that wasn’t fair. He’d said he wanted to help despite his confusion, and it wasn’t right to put him down, or use him as a way to put down her own similar thoughts and fears, at least in terms of how they got here, or how they’d get back. Then, as that chain of thought rolled through her mind, it remembered something for her.

“You said there was a goddess who spoke to you, right?” she asked the boy rhetorically, as if that was the most normal thing for someone to claim, before running with that information and inferring that “If she brought us here, then maybe she could send us back after we’ve helped?”

She emphasized that last part, very eager to get moving, and she would, as soon as she knew if any of the others would be coming, and if they would be able to keep up with her dashing through the skies.