[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/XznNz7J/eins-header-1.webp[/img][/center]This was the worst, simply the worst. After waiting for a week for some of the students to come to visit her at the library, Eins was utterly disappointed that no one of the newbies came even to ask about her offer —or visit her at all.

Now, on top of that, she was rudely shaken awake by the sound of chaos coming from the cafeteria. As one of the primary supporting magical girls around, she rarely went on night missions and patrols, so Eins could still enjoy a proper sleep schedule However, tonight she was quite literally thrown out of her bed by the impacts of Tesni's strikes, only to find that the school —or at least the dining hall— had turned into Hell on Earth.

In times of crisis, the first response was crucial, and it seems like Eins had already failed on that. She couldn't shake the guilt from that, but at least she could try and do her best to hold the fort while most of the other teachers were out.

Catching the identity of the assailant, and her mode of attack wasn't a hard task. All Eins had to do was run into one of the magical girls who were fleeing the cafeteria in pain. A cursory look at her grimoire —as well as the girl's report— was enough for Eins to understand the situation.

[i][color=a52728]"This is terrible, horrific. How can someone do such a thing to anyone else?"[/color][/i] Altering, tuning, revising... The words might vary but ultimately were all the same. Changing a Grimoire was a delicate process, these weren't just pages on a book, they were pretty much an expression of the souls of the magical girls they were bonded with. Forcing such a change on them was... cruel. She saw what could happen to someone with a corrupted grimoire before, she wasn't gonna let that happen to anyone again, even if Eins had to risk her life for it.

[color=a52728]"At least, I came here on time. Hold on a little, I'll help you right away."[/color] Eins wasn't happy with the idea of applying her tuning in such a harsh way, but if she didn't do anything to patch the damaged girls up, they could very well be beyond help by the time she got to them. With certain reluctance, she pulled a pen from her coat and scribbled something on the girl's rapidly-corrupting grimoire, stopping the spread for the time being. However, that also forced the victims she helped out of their magical girl state. It was only a stopgap —and one Eins hated— but it was necessary all the same. If she could avoid the spread of the corruption, she was certain that she could save them later.

[color=a52728]"But first, we must stop this,"[/color] Eins said as she left many of her nutcracker soldiers taking care of the girls she helped so far and rushed to the ground zero of this invasion — Merrywell's dining hall.

[color=a52728]"I don't know who you are, or why you are doing this. But you have to stop it now! What you are doing isn't right. If you insist on it, I'll not hold anything back!"[/color] Eins demanded of Roma as she barreled into the half-demolished cafeteria. True to her words, she was holding what looked like a feathery, almost Valkyrian-looking —albeit still Christmas-themed— lance in a hand and the other was pointing right at Roma's feet, atop Tesni's staff. With a command from their creator, her nutcracker soldiers shot a volley of warning shots at the invader, hoping to stop her right in her tracks.
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