Danger. A foreboding sense of dead washed over Kasumi as she strikes towards a Vice. Turning around, she just catches a glimpse of a shadow over her becoming undone by a burst of light. Too slow. She was too slow, and too weak. Once again, she had to rely on others when they weren't enough. She needed to be faster, stronger, more than human. It was why she became a magical girl after all. Looking at the rose in her hand, the petals shimmered. She ripped out a pinch and swallowed them, the crystals turning back into liquid. Instantly, she felt a surge of power. The small exertion she felt from running and fighting melted away, and left only conviction. She would kill them all.

Her stance shifted, knife slipping into a reverse grip. She charged forward recklessly, emboldened by the fire in her lungs. Her slashes and stabs turned into vicious tears and lunges. What little semblance of technique she had quickly discarded for all out offense. As she dove in and out of the mob of shadows, wounds gradually made their way onto her. Small, insignificant cuts and scrapes at first, but quickly turned into slashes and gouges. After a few skirmishes, she dove out of the fray. The adrenaline had started to wear off slightly, and she could feel a small, pulsing ache throughout her body. Taking a small moment to look over herself, she was was covered in scratches, cuts and blood was flowing freely. Logically, she knew it was time to take a small breather and find a way to recover and mend herself. But then she looked at everyone else. They were battling the shadows, slicing them to ribbons, magic flying through the air, slivers of dark crystals littering the ground. They too, had been granted the power of the Keepers, the power to make things right. Taking a shuddering breath, she grabbed the remaining petals and took a bite. Staggering to her feet, she gripped the once beautiful rose tightly and dove into the chaos once more.