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After a few minutes of calm, the field hospital was now in a frenzy of activity, officers piloting a small fleet of drones to get an overview of the situation in the city while citizens clutching injuries were brought in steadily. Poisons from snake-youkai, illnesses from plague-bearers, curses of misfortune and malice, all of them problems that modern science had yet to find solutions for, and all of them problems that Zen held the solutions for. While medically-trained professionals scurried about, assessing the gravity of injuries and performing first aid on the less-seriously hurt, the scarlet-eyed magical girl maneuvered around the chaos with unearthly grace, her hands glowing with sanguine energies as she purged unnatural maledictions from those who came in. All the while, reports of the battle situation rang out all around her.

Masashi and that nightmare princess were stalemating the mass before them with methods that ranged from cartoonishly brutish to disgustingly eloquent. Hosen had been taken down by the Turbo Grannies, but the Musician was stepping in to assist. Most other mahou shoujos had converged upon GAJ’s ship now, and Suginami’s Running Girl had finally emerged as well, practically ensuring that, in due time, the incident will be resolved. There were reports too of some feral cat-monster that seemed to be attacking their own kind…which was interesting, but probably just a misinterpretation of what had actually happened. More concerning was an unidentified magical girl being in the uneviable position of both heading towards the gate and being far away from anyone else.

As Zen purged poison out of an open wound and sealed it with the breath of life, she pulled out her radio again, stilled her emotions, and spoke out. [color=f7941d][b]“Shining Crystal Wall, look to your left and then downwards a bit. There’s a new face struggling with the oni right now. Give her a hand and get her out, please.”[/b][/color]

That should be fine. Umiko was a reliable, responsible person, and even with Bunkyo’s Aegis gone, Jun ought to have plenty of fellow mahou shoujos with him to bomb the living heck out of that torii gate.  Cracking her knuckles, then her neck, she felt the rumbling of the pavement before her bare feet, and let out a sigh. Turning the corner was ten meter tall flaming wheel, with a tiger’s head embossed upon the face. Too tough for Masashi’s initial burst of bullets to take down, huh?

Bullets fired by police pinged off the hell-steel wheel of sentient death as it torn up the pavement underneath with spiky tires, rattling ceaselessly. Zen walked out to match it, her lungs filled with air, her hands open and spread out as if to embrace a friend. Her lips curved upwards into a smile without animosity.

[color=f7941d][b]“Please go back to hell.”[/b][/color]

Distance before impact: 50 meters.