With a yell of frustration, Alice slammed her scythe into the rock stump she had been sitting on, burying the blade in it up to the handle, before turning and stalking away. As she walked, the Grinning Remnant emerged from her shadow, opened its mouth wide and swallowed her whole, leaving an awkward silence in her wake.
Marissa startles at the clash of stone and steel and spins on the spot, only to see Twilight Wanderer stalking away and vanishing into the cat's gullet. But the bizarre exit is cast from her mind at the sight of the scythe left behind, buried deep into the remnants of one of her spires like it had been stabbed into butter.
It hadn't really occurred to her earlier when Shan had reduced one to so many layers, but Marissa's spires are her only defense against the dangers of this world, and they've been proving to be unsuited to the task of actually
stopping things. Things like the vicious weapon of an unstable girl who seems to have dismissed Marissa's apology with contempt.
Twilight hasn't actually attacked any of the group yet, but then nobody has provoked her like Marissa appears to have done, either. She'll have to watch for—
"Everyone get ready, we have incoming hostiles!" Lion called out loud enough for the entire group to hear.
There can never be just one problem at a time, can there? "Wasn't the whole point of their excursion earlier that we
wouldn't have to fight off everything in this miserable forest?" she exclaims with frustration and a touch of fear leaking into her voice. She needs to be safe. Her Spires aren't standing up to abuse, but she can't do anything about that. She'll have to rely on layers, then. The way the camp is set up now, the fence is basically the curtain wall of a castle. They're about to suffer a siege, so she'll retreat to the keep.
"
The stone idol stands to bear your burden. I am Magical Girl Spire Cracker!" Before the light of the transformation has fully faded away she continues, "
Spire Spike." The gap in the fence that she had opened up for the hunting party seals itself. She raises her voice to reach the whole group, "I'm going to barricade myself into the shelter, hurry up if you don't want to be outside. High Noon, I can carve out sight lines for you." As she jogs over to the stone hovel a thought occurs, but is swiftly set aside for later consideration in favor of the current crisis. She'll ponder the implications of a small spire sprouting from the top of the first to match the others without the need for a second cast, later.