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The shot seemed to hit the mark, turning Banshee’s snarl into a gurgle as she seized her neck. A lethal wound, that would no doubt kill a normal magical girl. The necromancer staggered, and for a second it seemed like she was about to fall. Yet, her body reaffirmed herself, standing tall once more, the wraiths flaring in a circle around her. 

At the same time, Buttercup felt a sting, and found herself with a knife on the leg. While her sturdiness was good, she was delayed just long enough for the second knife to hit her, draining of the emotion that sustained her aggression, and winding her down. However, for all Tetrad’s calculations, there was something that she did not account for. The drive that Buttercup had was despair. Without despair spurring her mind to action, she could feel other things too. She saw her opponents.

And then she saw her leader, bleeding cruelly through a neck wound. Banshee was a mean person…

And yet she was just a child. Someone to protect. Buttercup went all silent, as reinforcements and barriers flared around her. Despair and terror… were replaced by altruism. Fear was replaced by compassion and pity. Banshee had been abandoned by one of her allies. And she would no doubt succumb.

The volcanic rage of a mother bear whose cub was in peril ignited anew in the gentle, and unfortunate girl. No words were spoken, merely a second artifact of light powers being drawn that became a sword of light.

[color=a2d39c]“Hurt her again, and I will tear you apart. She’s my Banshee.”[/color] Buttercup’s voice had dropped an octave, and there was none of her dithering and clumsiness in her voice. Reinforcement strengthened her limbs, as barriers formed around her wings, creating artificial mighty pinions. More than a monster girl, she looked like a guardian angel now. Or an enraged bear.

She wasted no further time nor minced words anymore, as with a flick of her hand, she began to heal Banshee. And then charged both of her opponents, without even a single word or cry. The sword of light blazed, cutting barriers apart. The maul would then strike where the sword had cleaved. 

Banshee for her part, was busy channeling her wrath and magic. Like Buttercup, she had grown silent. And was trembling somewhat. That had been an unpleasant close call as it might have been. Her finger pointed at the girl with the bullets and magnetic powers.

[h3][color=7ea7d8]“Anima Occiditis.”[/color][/h3]

An spectral maw burst from the ground just underneath said girl, burying itself deep in Shion’s chest. And then an indescriptible pain seized the whole magical girl, as her soul began to be torn away forcefully from the body, parts of the ectoplasm already being seen dragged forcefully out of her chest. Banshee’s killing blow, able to rip a target soul’s away from her body.  The necromancer was pulling all stops there, covered by the relentless attack of Buttercup. Still, Shion’s magical power and karmic fate were able to somewhat stall the process insofar as the death was not instantaneous, but she pretty much was paralyzed with agonizing pain in the process.
That it looked grim was an understatement.

But… there was still hope. The World card that Tetra had drawn again, an omen of good luck burst into flames.

[color=f6989d]“Oh my.I guess I changed my mind.”[/color] Infernalia said having suddenly appeared behind Banshee when nobody was looking. It was a good thing, to have Incognito powers. Suddenly the zombies burst into black flames, product of a barrage of corrupt fire. Before Banshee could ever react, Jimmy’s stronger and nimbler hands snatched Banshee’s mystic weapon and symbol.

[color=f6989d]“YOINK!”[/color]. He said smugly.

The miracle happened. Banshee. The menacing one. The powerful necromancer, was panicking so much she cancelled her attack midway. 

[color=7ea7d8]“GIVE IT BACK, YOU ASSHAT!”[/color] She said, uncharacteristically trying to grab it back from Infernalia’s hands and not even using magic nor recalling it back to her side.

The symbol… had her soul jar all along.

[color=f6989d]“Uhuhu, no.”[/color] Infernalia said, keeping the symbol out of the reach of the necromancer’s weak arms.[color=f6989d]“You’d kill them. It’s a shame. At least one of them is good looking.”[/color] The fire user said smugly, running a hand through his hair. [color=f6989d]“FETCH!”[/color]

And then with a mighty throw, the mystic symbol went into a nearby street drain, into the sewers. Banshee’s mouth hung agape, as she scrambled to get into the sewers as fast as her weak spellcaster legs could allow.

The enemy defeated, Infernalia could now look cool and flirt some more, and flirt he would.

That was when a livid Buttercup hit him so hard he was sent flying onto the same spot as Edward had just a while before, before crumpling himself into a heap in the ground. The monster girl then proceed to run after Banshee, worried about the necromancer's safety.

[sub][color=f6989d]“Two…No…make it three dates.”[/color][/sub] He croaked pitifully.