A severing stroke, and the Vice collapsed onto itself, a dying star imploding into a black hole. With a rattling screech, it turned into nothing more than a small, black gem. Against modern weaponry and magical relics, the creature had stood no chance of survival.
[b]“Pleasure as always, Bulwark,”[/b] Anne spoke, dropping elegantly onto the ground. When circumstances required it, her footsteps clacked in the officious manner of a maid that needed to be heard, but more often than that, the Magical Maid operated in graceful silence. [b]“The spoils are yours to claim.”[/b]

Storing her grenade launcher under her skirt, she closed her eyes briefly, breathing in the scents of the night and sensing the magical energies dispersed through the abandoned park, before shaking her head slightly. No other Vices nearby, for worse. It would be nice if the monsters that preyed on human weakness emerged more often in isolated locales rather than populated metropolises, but then again, Vices weren’t nice, were they? Drawing upon her magic power once more, Anne drew a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow out from the aether next, as smoothly as ever. She opened the passenger side door, and bowed slightly, motioning the swordbearing magical girl inside.

[b]“Shall we continue the hunt, or call it a night?”[/b]
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