With the somewhat heavy feeling of using so much psychic might at once starting to ease with the rubbing of her temples, Roxanna turned to look towards those that had effectively come and joined the fight that she started. The two boys were interesting to be sure, but the Angelic girl was what caught her eye at the moment... and caused a rather deep blush to start to rise on her cheeks.
Of course, before she even had a chance to speak with her, the Wendigo from earlier decided to reveal that it wasn't quite as dead as it looked. Granted, it was kind of hard to view it as a threat at the given moment, considering just how poor its current condition was, but even with the knowledge that given enough time that it would simply recover Roxanna just wasn't the kind of person to intentionally inflict suffering upon another... at least not beyond what was required to put them down at any rate.
With the chance to socialise freely delayed, Roxanna instead returned her gaze to the other magical...persons there and got down to business. "Hi. Thanks for the help but... we've got a little clean up to do. Wendigo regenerate if you don't burn their icy heart to the point that they melt out of existence. If you could help collect their hearts and my various scattered ofuda items, we'll get a fire going. I'll go and finish this one off."
Once the hellish entities were fried enough, Finn dusted his hands off and turned back to Oliver and the Angel. Though before he could say anything or thank the latter, the sound of shuffling turned the boys' attention back to the first wendigo, somehow still alive. "The hell?! I thought you fried that thing!!" Finn snapped his head towards the ghost, tensed up.
"I did, man!! Could've sworn I did..." Oliver unintentionally snapped back, then focusing his rifle on the...oddly still wounded monster. The hell. With a confused look, he glanced at the others. "Uh, did we block his regeneration somehow?" Before the other boy could answer among the lines of "Guess so." The purple haired girl spoke up. Though how she explained the wendigo's weakness to them annoyed Finn a bit. Maybe the Angel didn't know, or the girl assumed they were new to the whole buisness, but they weren't born yesterday. Hell, he had beast magic, it was natural for him to know at this point!
Internal ranting aside, he could care less that she would finish off their last target. Though he still questioned if their assistance was still necessary, or that fact that most of the hearts should've been ashes by now. Atleast his birds wouldn't have arrived for nothing. With a whistle, the murder of crows flew down to gather what Roxanna had requested, and set the items down in a neat circle.
“Please, your thanks are most unnecessary,” the Angel told Roxanna with a submissive bow. “It was the least this humble servant could do to aid such great champions of light!”
Yeah, because I can’t fucking fight anything myself while I’m like this, so I’m stuck giving you dumbasses all my power instead…
“And such knowledgeable ones at that!” the Angel added, her heavenly visage taking on an awestruck expression. “You have my deepest appreciation for sharing your vast wisdom with us, young miss!” she told Roxanna, while giving the girl a brilliant smile.
‘Cause clearly none of us have a fucking clue what a wendigo is…
With a dark blush on her face as she watched the angel offer a bow, Roxanna lifted a hand up to bashfully cough into it before she turned to walk over towards the still living wendigo. Calmly wrapped her hand in the sleeve of her dress in order to make sure that it was covered before she stopped by the downed beast.
While she wasn't the fastest magical girl out there, but as she stamped on the Wendigo's arm to prevent it from taking a proper swipe at her, her hand darted down to punch a hole into the poorly regenerated body of beast in order to grasp and rip out its icy heart.
Even with the magically tough nature of the fabric to protect her hands, the heart was so cold that it almost burned to hold it. Roxanna couldn't help but wonder what this wretched thing could do to bare skin. "Damn, this thing is just an excuse to lose a hand to frostbite waiting to happen."
"So now what? Oliver asked. "Should we move to the next group of 'em?"
"Hold on." The other boy took the opportunity to check back with Valerie. "Status report?"
"Christ, you really did get lucky. The other guys are stuck dealing with packs of up to ten."
Finn's eye widened. "Tell me you're joking..."
The android tiredly sighed. "Wish I was, these numbers aren't like anything we've seen in months."
"Hm. Reeks of a set up. Call us if anything pops up."
"Roger."
With that out of the way, Finn turned his attention back to the rest of the group. "Yeah, best course would be providing back-up against the rest of the packs. With our numbers spread out against mobs of bigger numbers, It'd take too much time before something worse happens." He held an elbow out for one of the crows to perch on. "Unless you two have other buisness to handle, that is." He added, looking towards Roxanna and the Angel of Hope.
“If this humble servant may be so bold, that sounds like a most splendid idea,” the Angel concurred. “And I would be only too happy to aid your continued efforts to bring peace and safety to the populace of this noble city!”
Besides, it’s not like I have much of a fucking choice…
Having walked over to the remains of her stall in order to salvage a bag so that the birds could place all of her now dirtied and tainted wares inside for transport alongside the frozen hearts that needed to be burned, Roxanna walked over to rejoin the others before saying "People need help. Of course I'll come. If nothing else, I'll collect the hearts to dispose of them later tonight. I need to purify my ofuda stuff in a fire anyway and... well, two birds, one stone. Shall we get going?"
With everyone deciding to stick together, Finn led the way to their next and nearest stop.
"Val says the nearest pack's in the Industrial District. We should probably hurry."
"Hang on, man!" Oliver stopped him as soon as they were outside the train station "Do we even know how far that side of town is? I mean, me and Miss Salvation could probably fly there no problem, but what about you two?"
He had a bit of a point. Justine was already on the scene, so Maura could probably send the duo there through the Cradle, but he really didn't want to leave their basically-teammates-now behind. Finn thought for a moment. "Give me a second." With a bit of focus, he summoned a pair of noble steeds for him and Roxanna to ride. The boy looked over to the purple haired girl, and motioned for her to go ahead and pick one before him. "After you."
Roxanna had never ridden a horse before but... well, after a brief look she selected the one on the left, grumbling softly to herself as she mounted up. "I know becoming a magical girl results in getting a lot of benefits... but is it really so hard for the powers that be to create a few of us to look old enough to drive a car and get a license?"
...
Even as the group approached, the two boys tensed up at the sight of such chaos. Sure, there were already alot of magicals there doing their best to clear the area, but it felt like their efforts weren't doing anything with more monsters coming out of the woodwork. "Christ, what's caused them to go beserk like this anyways?!" Oliver asked, preparing more firebombs and incindiary ammo. Though Finn's attention was turned to the vicious crows attacking those in the sky.
Crows.
Yeah, that's not going to slide. And there was another reason why.
"Beast magic." The boy breathed out, supressing his outrage in favor of simply getting to work. "Keep a look out for any strange magicals around. Either they have a hand in this, or these bastards have their own tricks in mind." He juggled his magic, between helping clear out some of the enemy murder, boosting his own crows' strength and sending them after the wendigoes, and roasting whatever was nearby. While Oliver and his remaining duplicates spread out to continue providing literal cover fire.
Meanwhile, the Angel of Hope glided along a short distance behind the “front line” and continued to bestow her blessings upon her three allies.
“Good heavens!” she gasped. “Such clamorous discord and strife! Clearly we arrived not a moment too soon! Now, my noble comrades, take heart and drive these wretched creatures from this place! Although this humble servant cannot lay hands upon the foe herself, be assured that her blessings be upon you all!”
What a clusterfuck… Yeah, I think I’m just gonna hang back here. You guys can deal with this shit yourselves. Try not to get eaten, I guess…
Looking upon the chaos herself, there was a brief look of concern on Roxanna's face as one of the boys mentioned the presence of hostile Beast magic. For a terrible moment she thought that they might end up having to fight an actual person, albeit one that had completely gone insane if they were actively apart of a Wendigo pack. It was Socialism's voice in her mind that calmed her through... if only slightly.
"Roxanna you're dealing a magical user, but you're almost certainly not dealing with a human one. That being said, either this pack is being lead by a Wendigo shaman or the pack leader is strong enough to kick the shit out of said shaman despite them having magic to throw around. Either way the plan of action is the same: Work with your allies, stick together... and once you've exposed the magical bastard gank it so hard and fast it doesn't know what hit it.
Having taken some time to recover on the horse ride over and making full use of the empowerment that the Angel was giving her, Roxanna felt the need to turn the numbers game somewhat in their favor... but taking Socialism's advise to heart, as ten clones of herself manifested they didn't just rush in; Instead, they positioned themselves to serve as a line of defense for both the Angel of Hope (the original Roxanna having the pleasure of being the closest to her) and the boy duo and the wall of guns they seemed inclined towards building.
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