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It's more like Kanbaru started the 'duel' in the middle of the lake. And given her attacks are entirely ranged, she hasn't needed to move.
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I'd just like to point out Luna and Kanbaru are fighting atop a frozen lake. So extending the local flora to the center of the lake, through the ice, and up to Luna seems iffy to me.
Kanbaru Otoko



The catharsis of releasing her frustration upon the dark magical girl's antagonists was remarkably short lived. Even without the benefit of sight she knew her attack hadn't claimed any of the light magical girls, their presence a blight on her senses, like a flashlight pressed flush to the retina and flashed for added annoyance. She snapped the barrels from the helix of dirty ice, safe in the knowledge that her attack, unlike most magical girls, would melt away with time.

Clean up would become the farthest thing from her mind as, over the distant fires and sounds of combat, Touka of all people was wailing for help. Incessantly, like all of her edge was proving useless at anything but cutting up trees into even easier to burn kindling. It almost filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling as she prepared to respond in a cool way.

Then completely out of nowhere and acting as though they'd been having a conversation already, an alarmingly familiar Light Magical Girl flickered onto the lake and delivered a lightning fast kick expressly into Kanbaru's gut with such force to launch her skywards. In short order she crumpled, retched, and flew without any grace while Chie's battle maniac rival prepared a follow up on the ground.

"Get lost." Kanbaru barked hoarsely, flipping herself feet up while she aimed both barrels down at her crouched opponent. Dark Magical girls were a hardy bunch, even if they preferred fighting at range. Lips drawn taught in concentration, Fortuna unloaded upon Luna, confident the newly erupting ice features would push her off so Kanbaru could morph them into a flat pillar and land cleanly from this assault.
But Windel, doesn't Shana look even better next to a deadpan lolita?
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I'm sure they'll get very familiar fairly quick...


I can see why your Windel's favorite person, but I can't abandon my darling Hecate to join the bandwagon. *Tears himself away from the Urasai's*
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Meh, you'll be fine. After all, Dark magical girls don't kill.

They'll just end up severely, severely concussed and wedgied. And outnumbered.


And may wake up bound in an uncomfortable position in an unfamiliar place.
Richard Montag


It should have been a time for hurry, when all the chosen descended upon the city, resplendent in the gifts of their families and benefactors, to raise forth mighty spirits and lay claim to their chosen bastions. A time of uncertainty, when Master first meets Servant, and each assess the others place among their morals and schemes. None of this even began to scratch the surface of the sheer labor with which the Master's must acquaint themselves with the city and play their part in the imminent game of cat and mouse with several eager parties believing themselves more feline then rodent.

Fortunate then for Richard that he savored the evening air as the opening salvo rang, not in a flurry of rampant motion, but from the leisure of an open apartment window, a cigarette lowly burning between his clenched fingers. After all, he'd been in Blue Field three days already, unfettered by outside organization and free to move as he pleased, even if his family complained fiercely about the inevitable death and loss of their heir.

Nestled within one apartment of many, a complex whose occupants remained ignorant of the true intentions of their new neighbor, amenable as he and his Servant may be. He'd considered putting a bounded field over the entire building to encourage the other occupants to be a bit less nosy, but decided against it in the end. Suffice it to say I would be better served with neighbors to dissuade conflict then a barrier to stall it.

Having settled upon a simple ward scheme that contained any errant emissions he and his rugged companion might make, Richard felt quiet comfortable in the flat, not least of all because of the presence of a spirit of old
now borne again to fight for him. The summoning circle was little more then a series of smudges now, sanitized and covered up with a cheery throw rug. After all, he was paying for the apartment, so he may as well keep it tidy while he enjoys it.

He slid the window shut and snuffed out his cigarette in an ash tray in passing, only to reach into his coat and pull forth a car key which jingled merrily its freedom.

"It sounds like events are starting to roll into motion out there. I couldn't say I'm eager for the blood sport, but fancy a drive around town to see what's going on?" Richard asked, his voice carrying an undercurrent of ease unsuited to the monumental task at hand. He walked with a casual gait, passing by a trio of propane cylinders without a grill to house them as he made for the door. "Who knows? Maybe we'll meet a prospective ally on the streets? "


'Ello. Any open spaces here or are you too far along?
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