[b][color=662d91][color=662d91]Frederica Bernhardt[/color][/color]
[color=a187be]Danzig, Alleyways.[/color][/b]

Her ears was still ringing from the sheer noise of the two cannons she was firing and from the explosions she had bombarded an entire labyrinth with; being barely able to make out what that girl said after zipping past her and towards the familiar. There would be no pursuing this one to whichever witch that spawned it, for the other girls pursuing it would surely destroy the familiar upon finding it.

Frederica was suddenly very aware that she was in the middle of several Magical Girls, with little doubt one of them holding Danzig as her 'territory'.

Not all of their attention was focused on her however, and none of them had outright attacked her yet, making this one of the rare times she had entered a city without being harassed and/or hunted by other Magical Girls. The situation could change soon, but for now, she didn't seem to be in any danger.

Her armaments detached themselves, disappearing into thin air as she jumped high enough to reach the buildings' roofs, holding her skirt by reflex. Taking in a deep breath, she broke into a sort of a running jog towards the direction the familiar fled, leading towards the main road. By now it, the fleeing familiar, should have been exterminated. Perhaps it was escaping to its mistress, perhaps not, but she was hardly of any mind to stay among these... girls, who were still enamored with the IDEA, the IMAGE, the ILLUSION that was a Magical Girl. It was not a fancy or flashy existence as those shows would have one to believe. Certainly even Kyubey, the soft furry mascot with only enough intelligence to understand which girls needed wishes and how to grant them the wish, made that clear.

That being a Magical Girl was SUFFERING.