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[h1][center][color=C71585]Roma Bhakti[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Between the clashing of an oversized pipe and the legendary measuring stick of the oceans, Tsubasa's attentions flickered to a new presence that was simply impossible to ignore. The eldritch nightmare that was Olivia's paramour was rather eye catching, but in truth, it was the purity of Olivia herself that the rabbit eared Magical Girl could never ignore. Utterly unguarded in her bearings and words, she highly doubted the girl had ever once seen reason to fib over even something as minor as a second helping of dessert. Before Tsubasa's eyes was a being of love almost but not quite to the point of irrationality, and were there only more of her she'd have never needed to resort to her plan in the first place. 

Her plea wrenched at Roma's soul yet her face was locked in a visage of stone, unmoving even in the most turbulent of moments. To know the wrongness of one's own actions even if they were deemed a neccesity didn't not lessen the weight of her sins, and so innocent a cry for mercy seemed to double that burden on her shoulders. Tsubasa exhaled, sparing a glance around herself and determining that she had done enough for now and that she was unlikely to Revise anymore Grimoires before reinforcements arrived. 

A rose of scultped gold and lacking any thorns, it's petals open as though frozen at the moment they should fall from the stem, fell into Olivia's hands with non of the menace of what was falling upon Dynasty Queen. It was not worth that which Roma had taken that day but it made a flicker of warmth bloom in her chest to use that power as it was always intended. 

Then her Celestial Eyes fell back onto Dynasty Queen after the girl had finished her internal scheming and Tsubasa tensed with horror at the recklessness of the Monkey King. Her intentions were painted with crystal clarity, muscles and movements betrayed even at their most random to one with eyes beyond mortal comprehension, and she needn't turn away to remind herself of who still laid fallen, whimpering and thrashing upon the ground as the Revision put them through pain without comparison. 

[color=C71585]"You utter fool."[/color] Oh how Tsubasa wished to instill the venom she felt into her voice, but it rose not an octave above her flat monotone. She was angry enough to consider serious retalliation but there wasn't the time any longer to play about. Appearing at her side was the Celestial Attendent clad in purple, her green hair already blurring as she moved at the speed of light to answer the reason for her summons. Nary an after image left behind as she scooped up the fallen Magical Girl in Tesni's war path and carried her out to wary the girls already recovered waited in fear outside the shattered cafeteria walls. 

The Light of the Mooon was a rather difficult foe to face in a race, of that Tsubasa knew with certainty. Without the fear of a victim behind she fell back, letting both staff and kick sail clean over head as she flattened herself to the ground. A position lacking dignity but affording Dynasty Queen the respect she thought due. Which was to say very little. 

[color=C71585]"The time for battle draws to an end and it has left as poor a taste as Merrywell's defenses have. Had I not the intent to take everyone alive then I would have robbed you all of an entire generation of Magical Girls in the blink of an eye."[/color]

All at once her attendents were at her side, a trio of masked figures helping her to her feet and brushing off the debris stubbornly clinging to her robes. The Reflection of the Moon flashed with moonlight slipping from beneath her mask and Roma stilled, soaking in the atmosphere of Merrywell before her departure. The Pageless broke from their battles even at the cost of their lives, flowing like ink upon a river to clamor upon Tsubasa, a tide of darkness rushing under her robes and swelling her presence with an aura of darkness tinged with forlorn sadness.

[color=C71585]"I can never be forgiven for my actions today, and when peace comes upon our unified I will submit to whatever judgement you all may carry out, but from this point forward, the only crimes shall be your own. Choose well."[/color]

In a flash of light the raid upon Merrywell ended with the sole aggressor vanishing without a trace and the crash of Dynasty Queen's staff ruining yet another wall.