The strange blonde girl quickly picks up one of the rifles as you ponder your options, being seemingly proficient with it, as she somewhat tiredly aims and fires a shot at the gigantic doll.
But really, is it even a question? You enter deeper into the chamber, carefully eyeing the weak minions surrounding the colossal pale doll.
You are no fool. The hidden nature of this realm from the real world, the unconventional attire of the young female human; you are
clearly missing some context here.
To obtain it, you will need to eliminate the immediate threat to your safety.
Having long dismissed Rangda, you bring your Compendium in front of you, the blue fire that encompasses your body flaring as the book remains just above your palm, an arcana card floating out of its many pages.
"Come forth,
Cybele!"
The blonde teenager is startled by your exclamation, turning just in time to witness your Persona's sudden appearance into this realm. Confusion turns into shock and bewilderment as she stares at its true form in all its glory.
The blue and white striped horned deity hovers above you in between her hoops, two swords almost her size threateningly dangling from her hands. You hear a low feminine chuckle, and a simple thought has the Persona leaning forward, blades slashing nothing but air.
"Salvation!"
A blinding green glow surrounds the girl's body, making her gasp in astonishment as her entire body is restored to top physical condition in a matter of seconds.
She looks at you with wide eyes, speaking loudly enough for you to hear. "T-Thank you…"
You nod in response, your expression neutral as you as you survey your environment in greater detail. You won't be the one moving around this time.
Cybele flies in at speeds most
gods would envy, becoming a blue streak in the dark sky as she swings her blades towards the doll repeatedly, blasts of blessed magic following their wake.
The insignificant minions put up a valiant if brainless defense, flinging themselves into the path of the flurry of magic. A few more intelligent ones in the air intercept them with toy rockets, but when they try to shoot at your Persona, they find they simply aren't
fast enough.
The doll creature has only enough time to only bring its arms in front of its face in an attempt to block the streaks of light magic that made it through. The resulting explosion knocks it off its feet, a cry of anguish echoing through the chamber as it smashes against a pile of enormous wooden blocks with colored numbers.
Caricature tears stream down its face, a gushing black wound visible beneath both of its arms. Gunshots crack around its body and the malevolent will looks up with an annoyed expression, the blonde girl apparently having recovered from her shock, already summoning another batch of muskets with a determined expression.
The doll leaps concerningly fast into the air, and you guard in anticipation of a coming blow, but instead, it disappears into the black sky, merging with the ambient cursed signatures of the dimension. Pursing your lips in annoyance, you let Cybele deal with the remaining stragglers.
You've lost it.
The blonde human warily looks around, a gun in each hand as she glances at you from the corner of her vision. "It's still here," she says, stating the obvious. "Be careful w-"
There!
You sense it before you see it, the house-sized doll emerging from the ground behind a towering stack of coloring pencils. Oblivious to its return, the human fails to finish her sentence before the creature dashes out of its hiding spot to its nearest target, intentions explicit.
Her eyes widen when she sees it, seconds before what you believe would be a fatal blow for most humans. She drops her rifles, hands coming together in a glow of unknown golden magic. Whatever she is doing, you know it won't happen fast enough to save her.
Another thought has Cybele zoom towards the doll, intercepting its blow with both blades, inches away from the human's face. Flaring your power, your Persona channels holy energies into its swords, effortlessly stabbing them into the torso of the struggling doll.
Seconds later, it explodes in a blaze of light.
The dimension wavers unsteadily, its master defeated and unquestionably put down for good, depositing you and the human in the middle of the alleyway on the material world. You see a strange artifact of dark magic descend slowly to the floor, its aura giving off the same resonance the doll had.
The blonde girl heavily pants in exhaustion, dropping what you recognize as a magical barrier in relief. She suddenly looks up at you, an awkward air about her. "A-Ah…" She takes a calming deep breath, eyeing the dark artifact for a second before gazing squarely at your much more composed form, Cybele already gone and Grimoire under your arm.
"Not that I'm ungrateful for the assistance, but…" The human trails off, plainly uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm this city's magical girl," she states with renewed conviction. "Y-You won't find unoccupied hunting grounds around here."
You raise an eyebrow, the tension in the air crystal-clear to you.
It appears she considers you some kind of threat, even after you saved her life. It does not matter that you have no idea what any of what she's referring to actually means, it
is still rude.
What do you do?
[] Introduce yourself. State your name and purpose as a visitor to her world. Explain to her that you don't know what she's referring to.
-[] Be polite. She's clearly distraught.
-[] Be firm. You want answers
now.
-[] Something else?
[] She seems ready for a fight. Indulge her?
-[] Hold back?
-[] Don't hold back.
[] Write-In.
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If it seems like the Witch went down a little too fast, consider the fact you summoned the
ultimate Persona of a Major Arcana. It simply didn't stand a chance.
