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Even underwater and in unfamiliar terrain, Magical Girls were adept at chasing down prey. Granted, Miseria didn't usually run away from them, but pursuit to the monsters was still a cultivated skill aided by a general ability to sense magic. 

It was never a question of being able to follow the squid, simply a matter of time and effort. 

The tanned Magical Girl was thus surprised in spite of herself to find the bizarrely British creature cowering behind a squid themed diver who was either a Magical Girl or evidence that Atlantis was further from the Mediterranean then ancient astronaut theorists would have expected. With the former being infinitely more likely to be accurate she settled across from the tentacled pair, suppressing instincts ingrained in every Japanese Magical Girl upon seeing tentacles as she tersely sent the bar of soap floating back to the cowardly summon. 

Nyxia seemed reluctant to show her back to the stranger, but Roche was willing to make the first step knowing Nyxia would be all-too-eager to shoot the stranger if she attempted to stab Roche in the back. Her shield manifested beneath her feet, giving her a solid surface to brace herself against before she blasted energy out of her feet, the glow of tattoos dimming as she rose amidst a rising cascade of bubbles towards the surface. Luckily magic carried little for pressure differentials or she'd be sorely regretting her speedy ascent.

Breaching the surface with a splash, she threw her sodden hair back out of her face and called her shield back from the depths, using it as a log to perch upon the water's surface.