[color=9966CC][center][h2]Jasmine Kotono[/h2][/center][/color][center][sub][@Cu Chulainn][@Yankee][@banjoanjo][@sassy1085][@Bubsy 2][/sub][/center][hr]

Jasmine let out an involuntary groan as she heard Zen’s voice echo out across the bay, her cleaver slicing off a wayward limb that would serve as her next battlefield snack. It wasn’t like she had anything against her. In fact, in Jasmine’s opinion, she was one of the only “mahou shoujos” with their head screwed on straight. She just hated being bossed around.

[color=FFCC33]"[/color][color=0066FF]Hey, miss Witch! Think those cocktails of yours would be better suited up here with us![/color][color=FFCC33]"[/color]

The witch stared back at the ship rocketing towards her as she tore into a choice piece of seared yokai, absentmindedly dodging a swinging claw before sending its owner sliding across with the ice with a well-placed kick, knocking over its comrades like bowling pins. The way the ice was reforming was pretty alarming. Or at least annoying. Even magic ice usually couldn’t put up with much of a fight against hellfire, but this stuff was taking it like a champ. It was like… hell ice, or something. Hopefully the gate wasn’t this tough. Dark wings sprouted from the ribbon on her back as the boat drew close. She leapt on board.

[color=9966CC]”I’m not calling you “Grand Admiral,” for the record.”[/color] Jasmine announced, strolling across the boarding plank. She tossed a charred bone overboard as she looked over her fellow passengers. The bossy, stuck up unicorn who kept trying to tell her how to behave earned an annoyed huff. The nervous one earned some momentary concern. The goth one earned a slow nod of approval. The naked one… why the fuck was he naked?

…

[color=9966CC]”So you uh, really must have lucked out on the outf-”[/color]

[color=FFCC33]"[/color][color=0066FF]You heard the thing! Fire at will! Show them just who the hell we really are![/color][color=FFCC33]"[/color]

[color=9966CC]”Right…”[/color] Jasmine shrugged, and strode her way down to the bow of the ship. She pulled a bottle of sauce off the bandolier. She threw it as hard as she could towards the gate, watching as hellfire roared across the ice with another loud [b]boom.[/b]

It all felt way more cathartic from a higher vantage point.