[B]葛 馮虚 (コペンハーゲン・スター)[/B]
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Copenhagen Star breathed in. The monstrosity had been successfully neutralised with little amount of collateral damage, and the civilians had been freed from its gelatinous mass. She could not ascertain the health of those previously trapped within the amorphous blob, but hopefully they were mostly unharmed by their imprisonment. It would provide fascinating and useful information if she were to study them further and isolate the effects that being contained within the monster had wrought. That, unfortunately, could be left to later. She could feel her knees, roughly pressed against the cold tarmac, buckling.

Only the faintest wisps of power sustained her current form.

The Stellar Degeneration Blast had drained her body entirely of its energies. Copenhagen Star lurched forward, her hands scrabbling weakly for the ground to keep herself from collapsing entirely. Another deep breath. She ... needed a better way of experimenting with the foes she would face. Had it not been for the presence of other magical girls during the battle, her effectiveness would have diminished greatly, especially without her sword.

The other magical girls. She had gleaned significant information about them from their cooperation during the battle. At some point she would have to collate everything she had learnt, particularly on the new and powerful draconic one. That would, however, have to wait until she-

"[color=54D1F1]Oi boss,[/color]" her fairy companion interrupted, tinny voice resonating in her ears, "[color=54D1F1]we gotta getcha home quick, you're fuckin' beat to shit.[/color]"

Even in her exhaustion, Copenhagen Star could not prevent a minute smile from emerging on her face. For once, she had a similar goal to her partner.

She closed her eyes, trying to push down the fatigue. "[color=9D538E]It is fortunate then,[/color]" she breathed out, her voice clearly tired, "[color=9D538E]that the Negari is too.[/color]"

With the last ounces of her strength, she pushed against the ground, struggling and wobbling into a standing position. It hurt. Her calves burned. There was little nearby that could act as support. However, it was necessary for her to leave the battlefield as soon as possible. She had energy for nothing more.

"[color=9D538E]I will, however, endeavour to follow your suggestion.[/color]"

Another breath.

She forced herself to stand up straight, the image of a magical warrior.

"[color=9D538E]There is much we need to discuss later.[/color]"

And she began to slowly walk away.