[h3]Natasha[/h3]
Natasha whooped for joy seeing the Walpurgisnacht being battered further by her attack. Pressing herself flat against the windows smooth surface Natasha tried her very best to not be pulled away into the merciless gale, a feat easier said than done for such a small creature. 
The Walpurgisnacht was much weaker now, and becoming more so by the second, by her calculations Natasha doubted it could take any more than one or two more hits before it gave up the ghost. Even now the oppressive eddies of magic were dying down and chunks of debris were beginning to rain back down to the ground.

“Let me go you piece of…”

Natasha flew away from her chunk of building when it had begun to fall with a stomach churning sensation, back towards the others just in time to see Drake to summon what looked like some sort of ‘Gundam’. With furious fluttering wings Natasha managed to get back to the others and whilst she decided that the others could handle the last dying breaths of the Walpurgisnacht, there was something she very much wanted…

“Seth.” He would hear her voice, just a whisper, in the back of his skull. “Bring me the heart of the Walpurgisnacht.”

He still owed her a little favour.
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