[X] Ask them to let you solo the witch if they insist on killing it, you need to let off some steam.
You sigh. Both Mamis you met seem to have the strangest obsession with pointing firearms in your vicinity. Oh well ... you suppose you could use the exercise, if Witches are as tough as you remember. And since this little plush-doll of a Witch doesn't seem to have any offensive abilities, so there's no need for you to change! You'll just have to make sure Remilia doesn't hear about this ....
"Okay, fine, I get it. You want this dead, right? How about you let me kill it? No need for you guys to tire yourselves out any more." You grin sweetly down at them, and Madoka falters a bit, looking over at Mami. After a moment, Homura sighs and steps back, dismissing her magical uniform.
"Homura-chan?!"
"Flandre can handle this by herself, I believe, if we let her ... and my arm is hurting more." She presses around her right shoulder, but Madoka hurries over to her and makes her stop.
"Homura-chan, stop that! Um ...."
Mami still stands facing you, however, weapon aimed up at the Witch. "... Alright, Scarlet-san. If you want to fight this Witch, go ahead - but I'll be ready in case you fall. It only takes a moment of carelessness to let a Witch gain the upper hand." The weapon she was holding glows as ribbons wrap around it, and it enlarges into a large mounted gun of some kind. You giggle.
"Oh, you don't need to worry - there won't be any problems!" You turn to the Witch and hop to your feet. "I'm sorry, but it looks like you have to die now. Feel free to scream~" You lunge forward and down, driving your claws through the doll's-body - but that's not the end of it. Instead, its head rears back, and a massive black worm with a white-painted face throws itself out of the tiny body. It shoots up, then dives down at you, and you stand, waiting for it to try and eat you. It's always fun to tear something apart from the inside!
But that doesn't happen. It lunges forward, reaches you, and puts its mouth over you - but instead of chomping down, cutting through your stomach and swallowing you in two bites ... its jaws come together almost gently, and it throws you away. For a moment, you simply fly through the air, confused. Then the rage comes. How dare it? How DARE it!! You hurl yourself forward, interposing yourself between the magicians and the worthless creature that had the gall to throw you away! You arrest your movement, and the Witch slams into your outstretched hand, hiking up as its body tries to continue its own forward movement, and the Witch stares at you with what seems to be confusion. Then you look down.
Yes. Yes, that is a hole in you. Rather a large one, all things considered - and you can see the scoring down the Witch's flank where the ball skipped along it. One hand still holding the Witch motionless, you turn your head to the side to look behind you with a single baleful eye. Yes, Mami is standing right there, frozen in the act of drawing another weapon, smoke still dispersing from her cannon. Her face is pale, and her expression matches the one you know as "I've made a very large mistake, and I hope I don't get into too much trouble." Madoka is staring at you as well, eyes fixed on the wound in your torso, but whether she's staring in fear or shock is too hard to tell. Homura ... almost looks pleading.
"She attacked you! She broke the deal and she attacked you!" "Shut up, Headless." Your injury dissolves - it's not worth the effort to try and recover the mass lost to the attack, so you simply regenerate the flesh, bone, and muscle, rebuilding your torso in an instant. "No, she deserves punishment! She should be destroyed! If you let them think they can get away with -" "I told you to be QUIET!!!" You shriek at Headless, who flees from your wrath, and turn back to the Witch. "You. You ought not to have sought a way to avoid fighting me. If combat with your better is what you wished to avoid, your duty lay in a quiet death, without an attempt at reprisal. Instead, you have spurned a simple death, and I will ensure that you suffer." One-handed, you throw the pitiful youkai to the ground. It quivers for a moment, then tries to worm away from you. You look at it, and you see its Eye ... and carefully, oh so gently you ... scrape the Eye with a single talon.
The effect is immediate. The youkai arcs up, doubles up, twists around ... but it's all futile. There is no escape from having your very existence scraped away at the source. You drift forward, drift down, land nearby, and stride the rest of the distance to the fallen youkai. You could simply dash in, rip it to pieces in an instant, but this is all just a performance. The presentation of a kill is so very important to inflicting a feeling of inferiority, so much so that even if it's inefficient or difficult to do so, it is often much more important to generate the myth of invulnerability in those watching. You are inevitable. That is what it means to defy the Scarlet Sisters. Remilia is the Inevitable Fate, and you are the Inevitable Death. There are no gods capable of stopping you, of changing the fate of one who has been marked by your sister, of preventing the death you inflict so casually. And the youkai ... the youkai keens, as if to beg you for mercy. You smile.
"You ought not to have sought a path around me, but through me." And then you begin, holding the worthless creature in place with your sheer presence, to flense it, using only a single claw. You will not sully the precious gift from your sister by so much as allowing this cur, this misbegotten mongrel, to see it. You are not done quickly. The youkai shivers and trembles the whole time ... and, eventually, a smile works its way across your face. You are not a tormentor by nature - death and destruction are your own, not suffering - but before the youkai finally expires, you have purged your unneeded stresses, cleansed yourself of the uncertainties you have suffered. The wonderland world evaporates around you, fading away like a night-born dream, replaced by a modern world bathed in sunlight. A Grief Seed falls to the ground nearby, and you absently pick it up before drawing forth your parasol.
Remilia will come for you, in her own good time. Until then, you are free to do as you please, in whatever worlds you find yourself in. To that end ... perhaps a certain young magician can be enraptured?
What do you do?
[ ] Go home immediately.
- [ ] Talk to Lutecia ...
- - [ ] Spell Cards?
- - [ ] The finer things in life?
- - [ ] Other?
- [ ] Talk to Agito ...
- - [ ] What a Unison Device is like?
- - [ ] Lutecia?
- - [ ] Other?
- [ ] Other?
[ ] Stay out for a while.
- [ ] Wander around.
- [ ] Look for more clothing shops.
- [ ] Look for a music shop.
- [ ] Look for a new lair.
- [ ] Other?