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[@I Need A Name][@Noxx]
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[color=8493ca]"Hey now,"[/color] Maiko grinned at Touka, [color=8493ca]"It's not like I [i]can't[/i] get all hotblooded and hyper destructive myself. I just don't want to end up breaking anything that can't be fixed, you know? Like, say..."[/color]

She gestured around, at the park that was in ruins, a winter landscape forever scarred by the careless violence of girls with more power than they needed. Really, it was pretty funny, wasn't it? How did the battle maniac of the Detention Club turn out to be the one that caused the least environmental damage? Maybe those meditations she had as a child helped after all. Maybe the problem was that there wasn't ever another physical-booster magical girl that made things truly desperate? Silvered eyes flickered to the moonlight, as Red Wire claimed the swordswoman, and Maiko sighed further.

Ah well. Maybe another day.

She breathed in the snow, the flame, the ink, the green, the blood, the sap, the rage, the soul. And with a flicker like a glitchy game, the martial artist slipped past Bastion's barriers and into the space right behind the flagbearer. Now, what was it again...

Winking at Kiru-Kiru who was hacking away from the outside of the barrier, Maiko whispered, [color=8493ca]"Nothing personnel, kid,"[/color] and unleashed eighteen bone-shattering strikes to Bastion's back in the breadth of a blink. It was probably just another bad matchup, really, but hey, what can you do?