[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/BBwjC6T.png[/img][/center][hr]Where there is light, there is always darkness. From a world of those who could strive and achieve, there were those failures that made up the lower levels of society. The world of man, of Magical Girls, was one of duality; the keepers of light and those nightmares in the dark they faced. Unpredictable was the way of life and with it came all sorts of unspoken factors and variables. No one could or should try to predict the dictation of life, of fate, and destiny.

That was perhaps why no one could foresee the attack on Ayaka before it struck. Although the night was clear, it was distracted by the sound of conflict and fighting atop the building. From the chaotic buzzing of the Pageless and their bouts with the Magical Girls, the sharpness of something ripping, almost whistling through the air was lost. But it was there. And it struck at Ayaka with all the force and velocity of a bullet. Whether she had enough senses to dodge the attack or even the strength to counter it remained to be seen.

Even in the night air, she could make out what had been thrown at her with the help of the clear moon light. A large, metallic rod that almost resembled a pinion was the culprit and soon enough it was joined by more of its kind. The air whistled once more with the rods fired off at Ayaka from an unknown direction. They rippled through the air, their intent to stab or embed but no doubt to crush the force of light that stood in its path. Beyond the corner of her sight, Ayaka could make out a flitting shadowy form darting about. Was this the culprit?
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