The pink haired Witch blinked her wide eyes at the pony. Err... most of her powers were support based. If she got trapped, she wasn't sure if Cherry Bomb would cut it. Still, Cherry knew it was the best option, since Broomy was indeed a bit faster than Rockin', and could most likely maneuver a little quicker as well.

Hiding her worry with a cheeky grin from ear to ear, Cherry gave the pony a thumbs up. [color=pink]"You got it, captain!"[/color] The Witch hopped back onto the broom, which quickly zipped off further ahead. She was just scouting ahead... Nothing could really go that wrong, could it?

As she flew over the silent dead bodies, Cherry gave a shudder. No... this wasn't how she imagined her home at all! She quickly tried to ignore it, moving faster along the path until she heard fighting up ahead. Slowing down, Cherry and Broomy caught a glimpse of the fight. The man in white seemed in trouble! The girl knew she should probably return and tell the group, but...

[color=pink][b]"Enhance Defense!"[/b][/color]

Under the man in white, a pink glyph would appear with cryptic writing, in the center what appeared to be an image of a shield. The young man would suddenly feel less damaged by the blows landed on him by the samurai, as if he had another layer of protective armor over his skin.

[color=pink][b]"Enhance Attack!"[/b][/color]

Under the androgynous fighter appeared another glowing pink glyph, but in place of a shield their was an image of a sword. The fighter's hits had a heavier impact behind them, ignoring the samurai's armor almost completely. However, the defense upgrade the man in white has seemed to be somewhat weakened, now that half of the power had been allocated to his fighting partner.

When the fight ended, the glyphs would fade into pink sakura petals, that too would vanish into thin air. Cherry would be panting, doubled over to catch her breath. [color=pink]"Ow... too much magic used, echh."[/color] The Witch rubbed her temples, blinking open her eyes to look at the two fighters. [color=pink]"Ah, sorry to intrude! You, just, uh, looked like you needed help, heh..."[/color] A sweat drop would appear on her forehead as she sheepishly scratched the back of her head. They wouldn't kill her, would they? Maybe she should have gotten help first.