[center] [h1][center][color=yellow]Suzuya Kuzunoha[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center] Suzuya was of the impression her Grimoire was a bloody-minded warrior who would relish any opportunity to throw the girl into conflict with the Pageless. An opinion that was sorely tested when both were contented to settle on the bench as Lilac stormed off, her back straightened with purpose and an effortless grace to her performance that solidifed that shaken blonde's smile on her face. Seeing her introduction from behind did wonders for hiding the shifting of Lilac's eyes and any uncertainty that wasn't lost to Tsubasa at the very least. [color=yellow][i]'Is there really a difference between letting others fight and letting them fight [b]for[/b] you?'[/i][/color] She considered to herself, finding her Grimoire was warm at the thought. Could she let herself stand aside if only the context permitted? The thought of being a reckless maverick just to appease an old story had been worrisome for her, but this seemed a happy middleground. Till her new friend found herself hugging a pile of pageless and calling out for help. The new magical girl sighed, amusement mirrored between human and book before she rose to her feet with a palm held flat over her heart. The words coming to her lips were alien, not fitting her belief or temper, yet her aversion was less sharp this time. [color=yellow]"I cry out for neither justice, righteousness, nor my fellow man. I follow my heart, to whomever it leads, ever onwards to a brilliant sunrise!"[/color] Suzuya snapped, brusque and firm with unwavering conviction. She took a step forward and fire flashed, a wave pulsing outwards from her flush palm and scouring her garments in cleansing flame, only for the ash to settle into the form of her garments and the pyrotechnical display to terminate in an outwards flare the solidified into nine waving tails. The attendants. Tsubasa. Dynast Queen. None of them registered, ignored entirely as she answered the call to help with a mighty leap torwards the storefront, then rebounding off it at the expanse of fractured masonry to sail with over the Pageless pile. [color=yellow]"Get clear!"[/color] Was she smiling? Strange, Burning Heart didn't remember doing that very often, but in the moment she hung over her target she felt a rush, only to realize she wanted to call out an attack as well. They were Magical Girls after all. Her tails snapped forward and from each emerged a club as thick as her waist and girbed with bands of studded iron, weapons meant to brutalize with raw force to crush even the sturdiest armor. With a flex of her tails- And wasn't THAT a weird sensation?- nine of them flew from her backside like rods cast down by an angry god. [color=yellow]"There is no escaping from the,"[/color] As any who'd seen her at the construction sight could expect, the caught fire immediately and came down with force enough to shatter each club, propelling their bands as burning shrapnel that sought the darkness with uneering intensity. [color=yellow]"[b]Crack of Dawn![/b]"[/color] [center] [h1][center][color=C71585]Roma Bhakti[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center] Truly unfortunate circumstances conspired against all parties on the day Moonlight Tsubasa chose to introduce herself to the newest girls whisked from home and heart to Merrywell. She'd ruminated on this long and hard, ultimately deciding on a direct conversation to be superior then skulking in the shadows for months leaving vague clues to draw them out to her. Sure, she adored the pageantry that would have required but by then the girl from her own homeland would have been firmly cemented as a Merrywell drone and Camelot's potential might have been snuffed out. She glanced at the gathered pageless with an unwavering expression, the creatures still as lowly as ever with hardly a trait to call praiseworthy. They built nothing, aspired to nothing, and possessed a power they used solely for destruction. Animals, plain and simple, which made holding a personal hatred for them pointless to Tsubasa. One does not hate the rat chewing through your home when it merely wants to reproduce, eat, and shit like any other beast. True enmity is a personal experience to be nurtured by insight and understanding. That amounted to Roma no more reacting to the presence of the Devourer of Stories then she would if a fly if had landed on her collar. She made no move to provoke them, but that seemed all the incentive one Magical Girl needed to strike her down. It seemed there were even odds between Camelot and Dynasty Queen, the former having soured quickly to her advances seeing Burning Heart's poor reaction to the Cicin's admiration of a natural Japanese blonde. The threat to her life was not one she could ignore, whether the Monkey King appreciated the severity of her power or not, and Tsubasa considered using her powers to render the attack moot at the expense of souring relations with the group even further. Just as an explosion went off to her side, an eruption of heat and force that sent her hair flying wildly, another less-literal blast went off and she found herself taken from behind by Camelot. Tsubasa's face was entirely stoic, almost deadpan in it's seriousness, as she found herself cradled in the arms of a girl shorter then her and who was growing hostile only seconds prior. Her rabbit ears twitched but she didn't make a move to extricate herself just yet. [color=C71585]"You can stop right there."[/color] Those words were for neither her rescuer nor her attacker. It was all that stopped the trio radiating visible malice for the Magical Girl they'd appeared behind in a flicker of speed, elemental energies crackled between outstretched fingers and legs mid kick, held back by words alone when the once playful summons bared their teeth with a desire to pull Tesni apart. [color=C71585]"There is no need for animosity to linger. She had made a mistake, and one that shall not be repeated."[/color]