[color=f9ad81][h3][center]~Suzuka~[/center][/h3][/color]
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Well, that wasn't a no.

"YEET!" With a resounding battle cry, Suzuka leaped from the roof, of the warehouse. Was this petty? Totes. Was it gonna be funny? Also yes. But she was also helping because it was clear the ballerina was getting a bit overwhelmed by numbers, and even if she was just doing this to mess with her a bit, she couldn't let those things, whatever they were just exist. Something about them just made her MEGA cringe. Like, ew.

Chant. Unravel the pillow's cords and hear my voice, Daitouren, the gathered Eight Clouds, pierce the throng of evil spirits, Manjusri's Sword of Wisdom Daishintou! Blast of love, Tenkiame! 

"O stories, begin weaving thy tale," Suzuka landed, fixing her gaze upon the mob of shadows and the creepy girl commanding them as she  began the chant to her NP, raising a hand towards the heavens. "This is the famous Daitohren. Blanket the sky in tiles of color. Skewer the swarm of evil in heavenly rain!" One by one, countless gold colored swords blanketed the air above. "Monjuchiken Daishintou! Love blast...Demonic Sun-Shower!"

With a single hand motion, a rain of golden blades fell upon the earth, intent on skewering the enemies.

And maybe toss one or two at Melt, too.