[center][h2][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

Despite Kanbaru putting actual effort into this fight, investing herself into a friendly spar between Dark Mahou Shoujo to determine who suffers the most over the holidays. Purely in spite of ever shit made and ounce of magic exerted upon the world. In contention of all that was fair and decent amidst the winter season.

Her opponent fled, leaving Chie to crash amidst a deserted field dotted with clusters of blackened ice. It was woefully anti climactic and Kanbaru couldn't help but glare in the general direction of the crash. Seconds turned to minutes and even her partner wasn't getting up. Now clearly she wasn't dead, or else Chie was so weak as to have been done in by Nightmares long before now, so Kanbaru was left shafted on the ice without any company.

[color=cyan]"I should have stayed home. A few more hours of sleep beats this any day."[/color] Kanbaru groused bitterly and stuffed her hands into her pockets as she turned away. Yet before she could take a single step away from the bombastic excitement of the others over the hill- emphasis on bomb, given the flickering flames over the hill- She felt a familiar, undesired presence encroaching upon the park. [color=cyan]"Of course. The only ones who come for a fight are [i]them.[/i]"[/color]

Her tone was cold, a tempered aggression shining in her cerulean eyes as she honed in one the presence of her natural enemy through terrain and obstacle. Ice splintered and cracked unbidden around her feet, her magic a wild whirl as she reached out and grasped it fully. The magazines of her pistols ejected with a clatter, skidding across the lake before fading into motes of energy, only to be replaced by the lake's water to rise from the cracks and stream inside the weapons.

[color=cyan]"I don't need to be precise to send a message here."[/color] Fortuna declared as a gust swept back her hood and sent the tail of her coat flying wildly in the wake of her charging magic, till the culmination of energy reached a fevered pitch and she crossed the barrels horizontally. 

[color=cyan]"[i]Shatter Point![/i]"[/color] 

What followed was a helix of dirty ice, a spiral of everything filthy that the Light Magical Girls came to gawk upon to make themselves feel vindicated in the righteousness of their cause. With the girth of a semi truck it stretched from arctic shooter out across the lake, sailing over tree and hill as it bored down upon the general vicinity of the intruding park goers with twin points prepared to skewer and shatter.