Okay. Okay! Okay. There was always a gear switch she had to make when it was time to turn from horse as [i]big cutie, isn't she the sweetest?[/i] to [i]pre-eminent weapon of warfare, engine of destruction upon the battlefield[/i]. She had expected it to be an easier switch to flip when it came to nightmare demon horses from the scream dimension, and yet! 

She needed bells. She'd thought to pack tea but not bells. Where could she find bells in this part of the world? She didn't have her bow either, or a proper sword, but she had an umbrella and she had her two firewands and those all added up to hopefully not embarrassing herself when it came time to fight the contents of a castle's demon army. 

And she was... doing that. She was riding a demon horse to fight a demon army at the side of a beautiful knight and it was like a whole sequence of inexpressible wishes and cravings had abruptly come true. She wasn't wearing the mask but she still felt the energy of the sapphire trance all about her and, not for the first time, she wondered when she'd started dreaming.