[center][h1][color=6A5ACD]Serenity Gates[/color][/h1][/center]

Well, the situation wasn't exactly enviable. Was it better than trying to murder their way out of an ice rink against a bunch of [s]Overzealous Nazis[/s] other magical girls who wanted to murder and beat them probably? Yes. That much she could agree on for the moment being. Yet did these people know about her much at all? Admittedly she wasn't a monster girl, or a DMG...heck she herself was purified and made a human of all things from her past "life". It was all so strange, and she had no idea to the point she was keeping on-guard internally. Most she knew was that the girl who had cuffed her seemed sympathetic, the small girl in a military outfit (Violet) she wanted to throttle somewhere far back in her mind, Aurelio was here seemingly briefly and apparently alongside a nasty little glasses-wearing girl....bah. This whole situation truly was far from optimal, but at least wasn't the worst possible thing right now.

Kimble was a mess, beaten seemingly near death and now in a cage of runes. She could at least read and interpret those, that much was the easy part at least. Surviving all of this, saving Kimble, and people not getting slaughtered in an all-out overzealous holy war within Penrose? She had to work on that one in her head for a bit. Statistics could be a fickle mistress. If nothing else, however, her frustrations were enough to outweigh the anxieties...at least for the moment being. Plus the prompt nature of the oncoming trial was something decent, and not some drawn out torture scene at this point. 

Though while Alicia was busy talking to Aurelio, the white-haired Serenity found her eyes drifting over towards the girl who had come in here with Aurelio. For a moment anxiety and frustration seemed to find a temporary middle ground, as her curiosity bubbled up. 

[color=6A5ACD]"...Is there at least someone with a Light spec for this trial, to help confirm the actual truth of our statements to the court?"[/color] Serenity asked the other magical girl, seeming to be genuinely curious with the question.  

A light spec ensured one could tell if a lie is being told. A neutral function that one could not deny without being a liar themselves, unless the Ascendancy found a way to warp a Light spec to sense anything that was a "lie" to their credo. She wouldn't be surprised if they had found something like that. More than that, she just wished it would all end peacefully. Sure, she agreed that the city needed to be safe. Vile monsters and beings wandering about to harm and hurt and destroy wasn't good, and it wasn't like a regular magical girl couldn't be more monstrous than some monster girls at times as well. Yet what was it a man of this nation had once said? Wanting to be judged "by the content of his character" rather than anything else?  

[@Ariamis][@Flamelord]

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[center][h1][color=FF1493]Sophia von Zeerover[/color][/h1][/center]

It had almost been as if one moment she was firing cannons at her enemy with impunity, the next she was being hugged close to Amaryllis with one arm as the Lich had tried to reach up for her. In fact, the closeness itself was...k-kind of nice, actually. Warm and soft, and like scenes from those romanticized pirate movies her patron had told her about. It was kinda of nice in a general sense. Yet soon Sophia found herself upon a tiny bud of chains...er, ivy? At least she had landed on her feet, and this thing at least served as a foothold (much to the pirate's relief). Though as she stood there a question was thrown her way.

[quote][color=778899]"Queen of the Waves, can you tame the winter sky as well?"[/color][/quote]

A grin came to Sophia's face in response. What was she, a bleedin' landlubber? Her ship also flew the skies! 

Sophia's weapons manifested upon her in a heartbeat, chain arm covering her right arm, the boarding axe/shotgun in her left hand, and the ten rings donning her fingers. Likewise, a pair of brown-feathered wings erupted from the back of her outfit, akin to those of some kind of eagle or hawk. Then without a word, the pirate girl took to the air from her lofty pedestal, and with the grace of an avian predator she swooped right back down towards Billy. Nothing could hide the fire in her eyes, and her axe being at the ready to strike as she carefully observed the target before her. 

After all, if this thing was already dead...what was to stop them from trying to carve it up like a Thanksgiving turkey? Or scattering its bits all over the place? Haha! It was time to get to work!

[color=FF1493]"This is fer' bustin' up mah' ship with yer' trash, ya' mangy bilge-rat!"[/color] 

[@ERode][@PlatinumSkink][@BrokenPromise]

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[center][h1][color=gold]Ninha[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=gold][i]'Ah.'[/i][/color]

Get in close, preparing to attack and moving into the right stance. Then strike from where the opponent wasn't expecting. Ninha had to hand it to her opponent, the girl had quite the sense of timing even for a Time spec girl. She could feel the girl's presence suddenly reappear behind her, that much her senses registered in that moment Sil reappeared nearly back-to-back with her. What a thrill to meet a magical girl with these sorts of talents, yet willing to indulge her in this little introduction! Ah, but back to the matter at hand. She did seem to have at least one thing on her side against this girl, based on what she'd seen so far. Speed. Agility. Dexterity. Whatever one wanted to call it, it seemed to be just enough to potentially let her dodge even with the splendid timing of her opponent's attack. But what fun was that? How hard would her opponent aim to hit to test her own defenses, after all? She wanted to understand that much at least, among other things. 

Thus there was only one way this could go.

As Sil's arm extended, body twisted, and stasis-locked hand shot out at the side of Ninha's head, the monster girl didn't seem to budge an inch. As if she couldn't react to the sudden reversal of situation. All she seemed to do, however, was chant a single word in the brief moment of time allotted to her before the attack made contact. That was all she used her at least somewhat superior speed, agility, and dexterity to do. The chanted word was made in a tongue very much foreign to the modern day and age, however, something some might call "alien". Strange as it was, however, the word was still from the human tongue...but one long forgotten by mankind as a whole. 

[color=gold]"(Strike)."[/color]

Her opponent had revealed a card, and so would she. 

Sil's hand crashed into Ninha's head with a solid "thud" after the one word chant was uttered, and the magical girl's strength ensured the blow hit hard enough to smack Ninha's head to the side a little. Yet something would also be apparent. The sheer density of Ninha's head was not like that of a normal living thing with a skull and organs. It was as if it was made of something solid in its entirety, or perhaps had been reinforced with armor. The monster girl's head didn't even give as the blow hit, however, even with Sil's level of strength. 

Yet tearing two holes in her very simple white attire as they erupted from her back, a pair of golden-tipped chains appearing like those on Ninha's arms were formed out of the dense, magical, and divine-touched mud composing her body. Though not as tough as her weapon, they were as mighty as her magic could manage...and just as easily controlled as her weapon. Their sharp ends shot out directly towards Sil's own torso (upper and lower), and with the enemy magical girl so close to her the hope of Ninha was to land a blow to test how durable her opponent was. The blow weren't aimed to be lethal, at least~

[@FamishedPants]