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With her classmate traded off, Amaryllis managed a smile towards the masked magical boy and his infirmary of clones. Another debt to remember then. Turning on her heel, the buxom fencer was about to head off for some more rescue operations before that particularly surly, serious sword-throwing girl approached her, asking questions that couldn’t be answered. Amaryllis narrowed her eyes slightly in thought, before shaking her head.

[color=778899][b]“Though destiny decreed that I be within the crowd that those wayward souls attacked, my mortal eyes were unable to catch a glimpse of the true perpetrator of this bloody banquet. Perchance another set of eyes have, however. Moments after my own arrival, a maiden of mystic darkness arrived as well, clad in robes of red, with scarlet eyes and pale hair. Though she disappeared during my bout with the scavenger, perhaps her own eyes have caught what mine have not.”[/b][/color]

Perhaps that void mage will be the first for her to hunt down then.

[color=778899][b]“If that be your quarry though, allow me to assist you. A knight and an archer forms two-thirds of the holy trinity, does it not? And it appears that enough help has arrived that the assistance of us weapon-wielders are no longer so necessary.”[/b][/color]

Indeed, with Aurora taken care of and the scavenger gone, Amaryllis had no intention of sticking around with what seemed to be an ever-growing collection of magical girls. Her Patron was hungering, after all, and her own act was wearing down on her now.
[@Rune_Alchemist]