You may not be thrifty with money, but you always love a good Two For One deal. You get to kill a weakened Witch, and there's an injured Magical Girl that was so pathetic that she couldn't even handle one measly Witch.
Honestly, you're doing the world a favor! No one will miss a girl this useless! You draw your rapier, approaching the bloody heap of wasted flesh.
"Wanna know what happens now?" You ask, stepping closer, unable to stop yourself from smiling, "Go on, guess!"
"...You... Kill me?" She huffs out, clearly defeated.
"Not quite, not quite!" You giggle a little, "First, you fall to despair. Then, I kill the Witch you birth! After that, no one cares about your disappearance!" You put your hand to your mouth, faux-gasping, "Oops! Did you not know?! Witches and Magical Girls--!"
"Are one in the same." She interrupts, "I am... aware."
Your blood boils. This useless bitch just interrupted you! You! Your rear back your rapier, preparing to skewer this trash, "You absolute--?!"
Someone grabs your arm. You turn--!
Your back hits a dumpster, and your world spins for a moment. "Who do you think you--?"
"Victoria Walters." The woman before you growls out. "Slayer of the innocent. Crusher of hope. Murderer of children." The woman unsheathes her blade. "Do you know who I am?"
You jump to your feet, snarling at this piece of shit who dared to touch you. "Besides some dumb bitch who's gonna--?"
"I am agony." She lunges at you, stone-faced.
You swat away her blade, putting your back to the exit of the alley.
"I am suffering." Her blade ignites as she swings, and you return in kind with ice.
Your back scrapes against the concrete of the empty street.
"I am sorrow!" She leaps above you, ready to stab!
You roll out of the way, scrambling to your feet. "What the...?!"
"I am..." She raises her sword above her, "...Hatred!" She thrusts it into the ground.
Spikes of ice shoot up from the ground, but you roll out of the way before--!
She grabs you by the throat. "I am justice."
You kick at her, but she doesn't even wince.
"I am vengeance." The ice behind you shatters, causing frozen needles to embed themselves in your back. She unceremoniously drops you onto the ground.
"What are you fucking on about?!" You shout at her, "Those girls were dead the moment they--?!"
"Erika May." She interrupts.
"What? Who the fuck--?"
"Gretel Nekbahg." She continues, "Mary Thatcher, Shizuko Kawata, Ayano Tashiro. The list goes on."
"Who the hell are any of those?!" You get up, putting your rapier in between you and this... Psycho.
She looks furious. No, that's an understatement. "Those were just five of the ninety six girls you have killed. You slaughtered them, and you didn't even know their names?"
"Why should I?" You shoot back, "They were tr-- Gaah!!"
Your left arm hits the ground. You back away in shock.
"I am the fury of the ones you killed." She begins walking towards you.
You back away, but trip over your feet. You fall to the ground, panic taking over your mind.
"I am the pain you so generously inflicted on others." She reverses her grip on her sword, not slowing her approach.
You try to push yourself away from her, not even attempting to get up.
"I am your personal Grim fucking Reaper." She is but inches away now.
Suddenly, you stab at her, blade encased in frost! You hit her square in the chest, causing her to...
...Nothing. She's unharmed. Your rapier snaps, clattering to the ground.
"And I have come for you."