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

An overwhelming attack met an unstoppable defense, and Kanbaru's assault faltered as reality itself strained to strike out and shatter her arctic assault. Twin waves of ice utterly ceased to be as the impacted the barriers of Bastion and were destroyed with the collapse of the veritable minefield. Having ridden one herself, the Icy Magical Girl was flung forward and over, passing the maelstrom with no opportunity for a fancy landing and tumbling into the snow banks along the lake.

She unashamedly laid there a few seconds longer then would have been prudent if Luna were still gunning for her, before rising up and dusting the powder from her coat. Her gaze leveled itself firmly upon the untouched Light girl still unmoved amidst the ground ice and snow falling harmlessly around her, and she contemplated how keen Bastion would be to remain standing there if the ground were to swallow her up and make her an ice statue.

It was amidst the debate between a slow or fast freeze that the matter was pulled out of her hands entirely. The cavalry had stopped bludgeoning each other and put their violent tendencies to use on their attackers. Kanbaru could scarcely picture a more welcome sight, and seeing as she'd done her job in holding off the Light Girls for a bit, she opted to take Chie's role of 'Fight Supervisor.'[hr]

A crushed can of green tea struck the rim of a metal trash can and tumbled inside, it's departure into the waste receptacle almost as speedy as the Light Girls from the impromptu battlefield. Whether that spoke more to the speed of battle or Kanbaru's capacity to chug while thirsty was anyone's guess, but the fact of the matter was that the evening was FUBAR and she had no orders to stick around. 

[color=cyan]"Alright people, you all did good tonight. So keep on keeping on, and I'm going to use a cat as a pillow."[/color] Kanbaru declared to the scattered masses of violent but miraculously functioning members of society. In the calm following the storm of brief but energetic combat, Kanbaru almost felt a genuine kinship towards them that would have compelled her to lend a helping hand.

[color=cyan]"Meh."[/color] She turned and trotted off towards with her hands in her pockets and her hood down, the evening wind whipping her hair back. As an after thought she flicked her arm back and snapped, causing her icy constructs from the battle to splinter, fracture, and fall apart into less conspicuous chunks. [color=cyan][i]There. I helped.[/i][/color]

That Chie was probably patrolling in the shadow of her Shatter Point shot was pure coincidence, a coincidence that warmed Kanbaru's heart for the walk home.