[color=9966CC][center][h2]Jasmine Kotono[/h2][/center][/color]

The sight of a girl sprinting at top speed with a piece of toast in her mouth would be a typical sight, if not for the fact that this was Jasmine Kotono, a punk witch magical girl with a bandolier full of hot sauce and a massive cleaver slung over her right shoulder.

Also, the toast was on fire.

Jasmine produced a bottle and poured a line of flaming red sauce along the edge of her cleaver as she dashed out onto the ice. Why did monsters have to attack so early in the morning? Hell if she knew. The lack of caffeine was pissing her off, but she was generally pissed off whenever she happened to be in a fight anyways. She could grab coffee after, though. Now, it was time for breakfast.

The witch inhaled her toast as she spotted her prey, which happened to be one of those weird hopping umbrella things. It’d do. Feeling an occult overflow of spice and the magical energy that fueled her powers, she dashed towards the yokai and sliced it in half before it had any chance to fight back. She reached out and grabbed the burning top half of the remains before it could hit the floor and melt a hole in the ice, chowing down on charred paper that somehow tasted like spicy heaven. Actually, she could probably take this one with-

Her thoughts were interrupted as she took a club to the back, tumbling to the ground as she spotted an oni looming overhead. Any sense of dread was immediately overcome by anger as she noticed she was no longer holding her meal.

[color=9966CC]“I was eating that, you piece of shit!”[/color] Jasmine roared, reaching for a bottle and spraying a burst of hellfire at the oni. She didn’t even bother to watch it die as she reached for her new half-eaten umbrella, rolling around on the ice. She gobbled down the less weird-looking parts for a few moments before stopping to stare at the gate. Her peers could probably take care of the hordes, but she was eager to burn that thing down and go home.

She broke into a sprint again, dodging, slicing, and burning her way through ever-increasing masses of yokai until she found herself surrounded. She made a rough estimate of their numbers. It was enough. She beckoned them closer before withdrawing a fresh bottle of sauce. They got ready to pounce…

And Jasmine leapt.

[color=9966CC]”Burn in hell!”[/color]

She tossed the bottle to the ground.

[h1][b][i]BOOM![/i][/b][/h1]

A massive burst of flame erupted behind her as she hit the ground, red hot sauce burning its way through both the yokai and the ice they stood on, seawater boiling as it engulfed fire that it could not smother. There were no survivors... and no surviving snacks either, to Jasmine's annoyance.

[color=9966CC][i]Well, that oughta thin ‘em out a bit, at least… Time to do that to the gate.[/i][/color]