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[color=turquoise]"Whose post is it anyway?"[/color]

[color=888888]— Emily[/color]
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Naturally, without a leg to stand on (quite literally), the armored girl was unable to do much but fall to the floor along with the other rabid girl, growling ever defiantly as she did. Now, she was partially alight with flames coming from both another girl and the now-deceased druid. The pain was immense and coerced a grunt from her as she hit the ground with a thud.

The situation as it stood would be advantageous for her, as both of them had lost their legs. Hilaria would not lose in a sheer contest of strength, and her skills in a grapple weren't poor in the least. Celia would find herself as the bottom of a mounted position, perhaps the worst place to be right now, and the hold she tried keeping on Hilaria was broken shortly after. The armored girl on top pulled back her fist with the clear intent of beginning to pummel the girl beneath her, but Celia would suddenly feel the weight on her body disappear, a fair amount of heat, and then hear a thud nearby. 

What happened was that Hilaria had been blasted by a ball of blue flames that knocked her prone. The person who attacked her flew over and hovered near Hilaria, looking down upon her with an unhappy expression. 

Emily had been spectating this fight but had yet to join before. This was because of a fear of friendly fire of the literal variety. But things had changed. These two would likely continue to attack each other until one potentially died, and that was not cool, especially because they probably didn't actually want to.

She knew certain Dark Magical Girls were prone to losing their rationality when subject to extreme emotions. She wasn't sure exactly why they'd lost themselves to their corruptions, but she didn't want them to die for it. Each magical girl lost, no matter what affiliation, was another lost sibling. That was terrible!

Emily was, however, not perfect. She understood their situation but it infuriated her nonetheless. Meaningless fighting always was her least favorite thing, so that's why she took action. Hilaria's mounted position allowed her to separate the two and she did not waste it. Everyone else either seemed to be (understandably) concerned about the injured girl or (understandably) cautious in their approach to the two DMGs. The potential danger to herself would not discourage Emily from trying to help, though. 

She was now the closest thing to Hilaria, who had, from her position on the ground, now been glaring at Emily. It wasn't a sight she took lightly, knowing that a mistake could end in her death and others might then decide she's too much trouble to spare. 

But...

Hilaria's form began to alter, slowly. At first, Emily doubted herself, but the berserker's hair slowly began to revert to being white, followed by her horns disappearing and her armor returning to silver instead of pitch-black. Even the nasty look she was giving Emily disappeared, replaced by eyes that struggled to stay open at all. 

The blast Emily hit Hilaria with certainly wasn't that strong, so Emily wondered if she was already exhausted. The girl had been in that state before their helicopter had crashed and had been fighting constantly. There were probably other factors, like [s]the event wrapping up[/s] perhaps being unaccustomed to such strong emotions. Well, she could only speculate. 

It was risky, but Emily drew extremely close to Hilaria. She didn't seem to react, instead panting heavily as she remained still on the ground. Emily couldn't see the flow of magic like some girls, but given that she was still in form yet was clearly on the verge of unconsciousness, she deduced that perhaps the girl was using what mana she had left in an attempt to heal herself. But those flames coming from the wound left by the spirit druid did not seem normal. Could she cleanse them? 

That is what she attempted to do. She raised her hand and pointed it towards Hilaria's wounds. The flames that left her hands almost seemed gentle in comparison to the norm and would avoid spreading to other areas of the girl. Hilaria hissed in obvious pain but the rise and fall of her chest would slow indicating that it had some effect. Emily even bestowed some of her own mana onto Hilaria to help with the regeneration she seemed to have, but was careful not to give her too much in case doing so would reignite her will to fight. 

Once Hilaria was stabilized and on the way to recovery, Emily would call out to Ronin, whom she noticed was attempting to support from afar, and ask that she continue. If Celia hadn't flown away or tried impeding this process, she would see about doing the same for Celia as she had done to the subdued Hilaria. 

If things finally ended, then maybe she could just relax and maybe watch a movie with Sakura. Or ask where Shoggy went when she was distracted. Or just sleep. Anything, really.