"Oh..."

Tokiko sounded almost disappointed at the revelation. Where she'd been angry, alight, excited and furious all at once, she now seemed to deflate. Her shoulders slumped, her arms dropped limply to her sides, and she let out a small sigh. "So... you didn't come for me, then."

That was a good thing, right? She could just leave now, right? If the annoying shorty was going to become a magical girl soon anyway, then attacking her now wouldn't technically be a breach of the rules, and there'd be no risk of magic being exposed to the wider world. Plus, the spear girl was right: less competition was a good thing for all of them. Logically, the best thing for Tokiko to do here would be to just carry on her way, go and meet RokuGun and leave these two to sort out their own business. She had no real reason to stay.

[i]... so why won't my feet move?[/i]

Maybe it was the blow to her pride, the fact that an enemy had come not for her but for some random civilian who wasn't even a magical girl yet. Maybe it was her own eagerness, the ever-building anticipation for Hex Night that couldn't be held back any longer. 

Or maybe it was what the spear girl had said, about putting Hikari in hospital. [i]Isn't that... going a bit too far?[/i] In a fight between magical girls, it made sense to go all-out, because they could take it. Attacking an ordinary human, though? That wasn't a fight. That was [i]bullying[/i].

Tokiko's head slumped forwards, her hair dropping over her eyes. And she giggled.

"Eliminating the competition... then, aren't you pointing your spear in the wrong direction?"

The wind was starting to pick up. Tokiko reach up with one hand and pulled off her glasses, and now she was laughing out loud, a high staccato without rhythm or reason. 

"Moron! Imbecile! Thick-headed simpleton! Do you not [i]see?[/i]"

Light exploded out from within her body, surrounding her in a column of green-tinted lightning as her laughter rose to a maddened cackle. It spun around her, bright and furious, gradually coalescing into a series of solid forms. Black gloves wrapped tight around her hands, a pair of thin rectangular spectacles with thick steel frames that perched on the tip of her nose. A long white coat, flaring and flapping in the wake of her transformation. Last but not least, her archetype: not a wand, nor a spear, but a huge metal coffin taller than Tokiko herself, surrounded by wires and machinery that crackled with loose electricity.

"Your competition was right here all along, wretch!" Her face split with a grin that reached almost from ear to ear, and she jabbed a thumb in her own direction. "And you've fallen right into my hands! I'll eliminate you and your pitiful spear before the Hex Night even begins! HA! HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

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