The Hag eyed the two confrontational magical girls who had approached her by turns with some sort of neutral, yet detached expression. She did only blink minimally at the exaggerated gesticulation of the fire sword wielder, her eyebrow raising at how quickly she had declared a grievance, only to ignore her. A little better than the other one, the so called Wither, who had flatly given her a veiled threat. The Hag resisted the temptation to sigh, and slump her shoulders. The posturing... it was always that. Of course when a cosmic force tries to choose you to do a hero's job, your ego raises above the clouds... even if you crash down and suffer a burnout severe enough to turn into desperate measures.

It was a fortunate thing then, that the Hag had understood what being a Magical Girl was about well before she was disappointed, broken and embittered, and decided to stoically take it upon herself. Nobody was going to give her compliments. She would never attain fame. With luck, she would die with her body in one piece, without luck, nothing of her would remain but a vague memory of a mysterious girl.  She eyed the construction site, the wind carrying no voice other than its own whisper. Silence that was proof that the battle was over for the night. She closed her eyes for a moment, savouring the briefest moment of solace and peace well before another of these so called Dark Magical girls tried to position themselves against her.

Although a lesson learned today was it that she had not been alone. The maths on the Nightmares seemed to indicate another warrior of light existed. A small consolation. But questions could wait until tomorrow. She raised her hand to her mouth, the ring glistening under the pale lights of the construction site, and kissed it. The magical transformation that powered her garbs and weapon became undone, revealing her civilian clothes. A gray hoodie with a faded inscription that covered a baggy white t-shirt and shorts, alongside rather worn but thick boots and striped socks all the way to the knee. 

"I think we're done for the night. Good night, and thank you all." She said to no one in particular. But that posed another question. She had undone her transformation on top of a crane. How was she going to get down? While certainly many would've asked themselves their question, Mari did not. She vaulted down to the operator's ladder and started sliding down with expertise, all the way down. "I hope that ramen shop stills exists..." She grumbled mid descent. "I could use some food."

Magical Girl transformation aside, the way in which she had chosen to descend was far from normal for a seventeen year old...