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Flying at high speeds, the sky becomes indiscernible around her as it blurred into one homogeneous mess. At the centre, their opponent looked to be a cobalt blue humanoid with Angel wings and a large lizard like tail. It had 2 angular horns like a deer and claws that seemed so sharp they could scratch metal.
... Dragonoid. It was hard to see those features closely, but combining the whole this should be the conclusion. The feathers on those wings weren't feathers but reptilian scales.
Unbelievable, not only blessed with incomprehensible strength, she also had resplendent untainted beauty. Two large humps were supported by her white cloth robe similar to a toga. She was truly built like one of those old sculptures, with exquisitely toned muscles that don't look like they were on the verge of popping out, but they exude an air of strength not found on anyone else on earth. Unrestrained brutality, if anyone found themselves on the receiving end, that would surely be the end.
But Lastia wouldn't back down just from this, if appearance was enough to deter her, she wouldn't be a magical girl. Trascendant self amplification magic that reflects the world's evil, module Pandora. The dark red light surges through her body, clinging onto the air like mud. They have taken on a hue much closer to pitch black, never had she wielded this amount of magic before. She understood this was the strongest her body has ever been instinctively, but even then... There was still a gap.
She arrived behind the heavenly king, a fist poised at the ready swung down with all of its might. She was a close range fighter, if this wasn't enough... Then nothing she did would. The dragonoid meets her fist head on with its own. No tricks, a straight forward collision sent Lastia flying back at blinding speeds. Fortunately she was being dragged across the air instead of the ground, she still had time to regain her centre of gravity and kill the fall. Hopping to the side immediately, a large wall of light cleaves the ground next to her. Then another. At least it was clear that the energy attack was sourced directly from the dragonoid's body.
She had no idea where all that magical energy was stored, this dragonoid body was likely just a terminal that acts on the ground. A super satellite class entity... With its name alone, she would expect it to be a giant satellite that has latched onto the earth like a leech. Leaping a few more times, she dodges the successive laser attacks at the last moment. Even though it clearly possessed more strength than her, it wasn't able to fire attacks that could travel faster than her...
Something was clearly suppressing its perception speed, and even then it was still too much for anything below an A grade magical girl. It was truly a calamity, because she couldn't see any hope of defeating it. In its weakened state, it could still dish out physical force that was numerous times Lastia's own. If Lastia was a magical girl focused on physical attacks, then she didn't have to comment on the frailty of the others who were more range focused.
A barren coal-black ground as far as the eye could see, she was firmly in the heart of the once bustling residential zone even though she was thrown by the dragonoid terminal's strength. It wasn't a dragonoid Fragment, it was more like a shell. That was just the form that best translated this entity's power, akin to a higher being using an avatar character similarly to a player controlling a game character. It was incomprehensible, there wasn't any information available. No characteristic magic, no weaknesses.
Just sheer power. It wreaked and ruled with unadulterated violence. At this point there were numerous trenches in the ground, a scar formed from the countless laser beams it shot off. It could fire such high intensity attacks without full effort, truly a monster. The others had likely taken its attention as the volley of lasers finally ceased, she puts strength into her legs as she leaps closer to where the battle took place. It was... Quite unbelievable to think that the two sentinels had been dodging every attack till now. This was only the how the vast chasm in battle experience manifested in battle.
The sentinels were stronger and more reliable than she was. She now accepted that fact. There was a single chance left to turn the tide. What skills did everyone have? How would she formulate the winning strategy? Other than hoping for a miracle, the last and more realistic method to get stronger in a short time... Was to synergies with her teammates. Working together, it was a privilege that those who go solo don't have, a faint light in the tunnel up ahead only available to those with allies. It doesn't matte if she had only met Christine today, or weren't too familiar with Taneda.
When she arrived, she saw Arin firing suppressive fire, streamlining herself into their team work already. That's it, Taneda and Christine have already worked hard to built up a form of cooperation that factored their strengths, it wasn't rational to tear that down and build things from scratch. But what Arin did... To add herself to the cooperation as if she was an external module or attachment, it was easier and more practical given what little time they have for discourse.
From what she saw first hand, Taneda was a vanguard or tank that continuously dished out brutality. Swing after swing, she relentlessly struck at the joints of the dragonoid, causing it to stagger a bit. This was her most significant strategy, she wasn't as foolish as Lastia as to take any attacks head on, when the dragonoid is about to swing she would step away promptly. Arin was able to fill in the gaps by firing her magic bullets, preventing The Fragment from getting close to Taneda when her guard is down.
Christine... She wore a short black skirt and tube top with yellow accents colouring straight lines at the top and bottom... Much like a bee. Her light grey tights and white track shoes with sky blue high lights that traced like veins looked oddly comfortable. Her chest was more modest than Taneda's, similar to Arin's, while Lastia and Taneda were rather average with proportions that would moderately spill out of a palm. She looked to have a sportsy atmosphere around her if she wasn't fighting for life and death at the current moment.
She held a camera, and everytime it clicked, a different magic would manifest.