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[@Ariamis][@Crusader Lord][@Rune_Alchemist][@Shifter_Master][@BrokenPromise]
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Amaryllis was faster than that. Against a true monster, her sword would have wholly dismembered all four limbs and then turned to behead the creature, all before the first errant limb hit the ground. Her specialty was speed and swordplay, her senses guided, nay, prodded by a supernatural force far beyond the realm of magical girls. Once she closed the gap, any creature of lesser physical ability would have been hunks of meat.

But the Knight of Rose did not seek to claim the Maiden’s head as a trophy, for snakes were far more insidious than a child who couldn’t see past her own delusions.

And that was her first mistake.

A wave of impossible magic that removed monster and magic alike from the very fabric of existence. An entire fractured squadron of magical girls and boys, emerging from nowhere. Questions. Lies. Reprimands. Strikes. For a moment, Amaryllis leveled the polished flat of her sword upon the new knight that sprung from the skies, the silvered blade reflecting the iron warrioress in all her valor, all her madness. There was no doubt in her mind that these were allies of Annabelle, those that favored the destruction and chaos she willfully or willlessly caused, and if that was the case she would have to f-

Gunfire roared towards the shieldbearer that had emerged beside Rina. A black shadow shot out and smashed into the knight. A final wave of horrors opposed the Knight of Rose, and two more magical girls flew to snatch Annabelle away.

It was chaos and it was madness and it was opportunity and [i]she let herself fall into her Sword completely.[/i]

Like they’ve always, eldritch horrors fell apart before the flashing rapier, dissected and disassembled as Amaryllis raised out her hand towards the disappearing form of Annabelle and [i]grasped[/i] her. Silver chains burst out of the bloodied stump of the darkness mage, shooting like quicksilver into the fencer’s grasp, the magic as familiar and simple as ever. Nothing but chains. Nothing but silver ivy. Nothing but a single spell, sharpened to perfection.

With herculean strength, Amaryllis yanked Annabelle out of her peaceful conversation and the hands of those that sought to facilitate her escape, sending her flying towards one of the new arrivals instead, a phantom thief in all white. [color=778899]“Don’t let her escape! She’s at the center of this incident! Rina, blast the fliers out of the skies!”[/color]

Her heart beat, her blood roared, and her Sword sang.

Penrose really did have too many magical girls.