EDIT: I CAN'T BELEIVE I FORGOT THIS. AGAIN! OOC: Thanks once again to
@LostDeviljho for spellchecking.
Within a witch barrier, there is a black castle. Atop that castle, a magical girl is fighting a shadowy knight.
The magical girl is cloaked in something similar to a nun's habit, the front skirt open, revealing a pair of iron greaves.
She wears a pair of iron gauntlets; in her left hand, she holds a shield made of glass, in her right, a spear of pure light. Her veil is short and loose, covering just the knot of her red ponytail.
Her opponent is a knight more than two meters tall, clad in black armor from head to toe, obscured slightly by the cloud of black smoke that roils about it's form. In place of eyes there is only the sharp slash of its visor slit, glowing from within with a hellish crimson light.
"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!" The black knight roars. Slashing with two black swords, shot through with a web of cracks which spill the same unholy radiance as his visor, the massive warrior hurls itself at the young Puella Magi.
The redhead blocks his furious blows with her shield, effortlessly defending against his sword swipes despite being made of glass. The shield is not truly
blocking the strikes, but
resetting them to before he started to move the blade, rendering the force imparted by that movement null and void. This only angers the black knight further as he attacks more wildly with every passing minute. He makes a mistake, a tiny hole in his guard, not compensated for by his onslaught. In just that tiny fraction of a second he is vulnerable, the redhead thrusts her spear into the chest of the black knight five times with lightning speed. But that only serves to enrage him more.
"I've already stabbed you about
a million times! Why won't you just go down already!" She snarls, as she had started this fight 2 hours ago and was thoroughly fed up with the fight by this point.
"▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅!" The black knight screams in response, as he as lifts his right leg and hurls a kick to the redhead.
She blocks with her shield, but the attack proves to be a feint as he proceeds to kick her in the chest with his other leg. The redhead is sent flying backwards and skids for several meters upon hitting the ground.
"Oh come on! How is that even physically possible!" She cries at the improbability of it.
The black knight responds by taking a flying leap towards the downed redhead, bringing his swords up as he reaches the apex of his arc, then downwards in a brutal overhead slash as he descends like a meteor, far faster than mere gravity could account for.
She dodges, barely, by sprouting wings of light and propelling herself away from the shattered crater that now occupies the space where she lay mere moments before. When she has a more comfortable amount of distance between herself and the knight, she stands and begins charging her spear, the light pulsing from it growing as seconds pass.
"If stabbing you won't put you down, then blowing you up is the only option." She informs the knight grimly.
Again, the black knight charges madly at the redhead. The redhead responds with her own charge, using her wings to propel herself once more.
As the two near each other, the black knight brings his blades around for a cross chop that would surely take her head from her shoulders, and the redhead thrusts her spear towards her foe's heart. The two attacks clash, warring against each-other for half a moment, before the spear releases the energy contained within it, and the barrier is engulfed in light.
----
You were once again Homura, and you were dreaming.
You were dreaming about the poem you heard from the man that took care of you. The man who was your father when your actual father was sleeping underground.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunshine glow,
Loved and were loved and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
You woke as the sun shone in through the window of your room. You felt dizzy, most probably because you just woke up. The world near you was blurry. You felt around for your glasses, and found them. You placed them on your face and saw...
[] Madoka sleeping on your lap
[] Oriko waiting for you on a chair
[] No one, like it always has been