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It was a rush that few even among her fellow Magical Girls could truly understand. Tsubomi was the closest in terms of physical extremes that she put her body under, but her mentality wasn’t that of an athlete. She didn’t revel in the burn of a muscle stretched through hard exertion, the lightness in the calves from running till one felt on the verge of flying off the asphalt. 

All that joys and triumphs that she clung to in athletic pursuits were multiplied in the midst of combat. All her effort could be put to the test in a clash with a foe that had no reason to restrain itself. The purest form of competition where only success mattered. 

Protecting the Town was important, of that Roche would not deny. But as the giant staggered back and her glow remained just as fierce as the force of their meeting was siphoned back into her markings, Earthshaker could revel in having lived up to her name from the heaving of the staggered giant. 

An elation that proved premature as she went from slowly descending to being struck from the sky. A jet of burning tar blasted her and Roche screamed as she was made acquainted with the smell of her burning flesh once again. 


[color=orange]”Graah! That son of a-”[/color] Her uncontrolled descent and the searing of her tanned frame came to an abrupt end as she expelled a burst from her entire body. Inefficient thought it was, it expelled the devouring ooze that had eaten through her cloak and left her visage with swatches of exposed, red skin throbbing from their visceral torment.  

With her tumble turned into a controlled fall, her bare feet carved furrows through an outskirt street of Hibusa town as she came down, but her attention was entirely on the giant and the approaching forms of more of the carrion Miseria. Her eyes narrowed seeing them emerge [i]from inside[/i] the Giga Miseria.

[color=orange]”You’ve got tough bones and some disgusting birds. Hmph, guess I’ll need to work for it then.”[/color] The Rulekeeper spat a wad of phlegm on the ground and noted she would be having company sooner rather than later, she adopted a sprinter’s stance upon the ruined ground and drew in a slow breath. Inhale. Exhale. 

Letting the bird’s get closer. Grow confident in their approach. 

Then she bolted. Each step propelled forward by a blast launching her from the ground, constantly gaining as the world turned into a blur. Windsheer alone was like daggers against burned, raw flesh yet there was no stopping the tribal magical girl as she passed the approaching crows and came dead on with the giant’s bony foot.

White hot pain lanced up her own legs as she planted a bare sole to the bone and turned her flight skywards, scaling it one bounding step at a time. 

[color=orange][i]Your bones may be unbreakable, but let’s see how you handle a shattered kneecap and dislocated joints.[/i][/color] 

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say she was an expert in just how easy it was to destroy even the sturdiest of legs.