Kanbaru Otoko
Chill air wafted from the barrels of her guns like one's first breath stepping out into a winter's morning. Her aim was still set upon the site of a pointlessly catastrophic battle which brought forth a simmering anger her eyes didn't betray beneath hood and mask. Rather, it was the roar of her engine as she dismissed her weapons and gunned it towards the two magical girls battling without a care for the grimm harvest of Nightmares out and about.
Now Kanbaru would be missing out on the lion's share of it because her partner was somehow more of an idealistic dunce then the Light Side magical girls but with a casual disregard for collateral even the Detention Club wouldn't endorse.
Launching off the rooftops atop a ramp of ice she came hurtling down through the dust and debris. The air filtration mask of her attire proved it's worth among the fallen construction site till she came up the pair of dueling magical girls. A lesser person may have begone to scream their incoherent rage at them, or a more compassionate sort would have directed them to fight the nightmares and not each other. Someone more malevolent would have joined Black Shot in overwhelming her nemesis.
Fortuna found a happy middle ground for herself. Coming up from behind Black Shot's position she whipped out and empty hand and dragged the edgy destroyer of construction sites off her feet and across the bike's seat like one would an animal carcass. That her hand was chilled to temperatures an industrial freezer would find abysmally cold was just happenstance and that she kept this hand wrapped around the back of Black Shot's neck while speeding away from Getsuga was purely coincidence.
"You have got to be the most scatter brained partner I could ever have found." Kanbaru declared over her shoulder, keeping one ahead to weave around the frozen debris. "I don't care who you flirt with, but when the tension starts collapsing builds you have gone too far."