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Magic...? And so flashy!

With Ben's assistance, all the "birds" had been defeated, no longer able to assault or trouble anyone--and in turn, this meant that Hibiki had nothing to keep herself in the air. With a last burst of propulsion, she cleared the nearby buildings and landed with surprising grace, considering the damage her kicks had been doing, by the side of a road. Of course, now she was once again lost about where she was... 

Not that it mattered too much, Hibiki thought. Heading home had revealed a strange building, and that probably explained why the Commander had been completely out of reach. There had to be some way to get home from here but as it was... she couldn't stay transformed forever, so she would need to get some warmer clothes and shoes. But how...?

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There was nobody else from Libra? Then he would just have to try and work with the strangers around here to stop these monsters before they could do more damage to New York. But... this was just as disorganised as most affairs in Hellsalem's Lot tended to be, with everyone doing what they wanted without too much concern for co-ordination, though there was some attempt going on to avoid getting people caught in the crossfire.

It made his job rather obvious, with the wyvern's head flailing about in front of him: jump to get the height needed... and swing down an immense cross of blood pointy-end first. Normally he would attempt to crush an enemy with this, but given the resilience of the beast in question, perhaps staking its head to the ground would be a better way to end it.