If there was one thing to be said about this one sided slaughter in the mall, it was that there was slightly more cohesion then when last she fought with so large a group. Pairs weren't full teams, but at least they acted closer in concert then they could on their own, but she had a sneaking suspicioun that the real reason there was less- Valerie's indoor drive by shooting notwithstanding- was Ozma's presence hanging over them.
Suzuya meant that literally, in that she remained hovering in the center of the air over them, a beacon of easy confidence with eye catching red hair and a crisp white attire. While she wasn't a teacher she had their authority and more in the eyes of the students whether they admitted it or not, something the Japanese Magical Girl could relish in. Perched on Xolys's back she drew her heavy bow and could pick her shots with an almost leisurely ease. Four foot long shafts of wood and metal aflame lanced out into the gloom, striking true as her senses sharply picked the scuttling of reptilian Pageless before her eyes even registered the shimmer of their camoflage in motion.
A flicker of flames trailed behind her fur and hair, power slowly rising as heads were punctured and necks demolished. The act was almost leisurely and she gave the eldritch horror a stroke of what she hoped qualified as his head between loosed shafts.
The one sided slaughter of the Pageless could only continue for so long. There numbers even in their hidden nest were not infinite and the Magical Girls, as always, were forces of nature when gathered in sufficient number. A microcosm of the beauty and the horror of their present existence.
The beauty, of course, was that there truly was no limit to what they could accomplish when gathered and set to purpose.
The horror was simply that for untold years they had not done a thing.
"I believe you all have made your intentions clear enough." A monotone voice silenced the clamor of battle not by overpowering it, but ending it. The pageless once on the brink of charging in a futile effort to drown the invading light now broke like water upon a stone, turning away to a singular point emerging from the umbra. From beneath the awning of an art supply store, splotches of paint marring her hands showing it had not been completely bereft of product, the very target of Ozma's inquest made herself known.
At her back was a legion of pageless, numbers slowly swelling as the mall was roused to life, and beside her stood only one of her celestial attendents. Those she met at the park would recognize the tall, buxom woman with elaborate hat and garbed in shades of blue and black.
"But I would be a poor host to not receive you personally in my studio, so please, be welcomed. It may seem lacking in amenities, but one does not turn their nose up at london real estate in today's market." Drawing out a golden fan she opened it, shielding the lower half of her face like a demure lady of old as she stepped into the light just a short ways from Maria's personage. At a glance she read the girl, and for all the power she had just displayed it curdled Roma's stomach to know she was holding so much of her splendor back. It was almost enough to make her sigh, but such a slip in manners was beyond her at the moment.
"And Ozma, so good to see you so soon again. I would have thought you would come to wax poetic on the old days, but your present company leads me to think your questions will be decidedly more current in their time and forceful in their inquest." There was a twinkle in her eyes, the only sign of her hidden smile.
"Has the crone in power finally decided to pull back on the illusion of freedom she abides us Magical Girls? Well I shall not be abiding a private interrogation, and seeing as you have gathered so many of our peers, let us enjoy a public forum in a most Athenian fashion." 
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