[ her borrowed—remembered—bow blooms to life in her hands to mirror Madoka's own, violet fire flickering to life atop its bough as she pulls it back to full draw, stance square.
(the red ribbon from earlier snakes its way into her hair like an old friend.)
she takes a deep breath, focuses, takes aim— ]
—Three.
[ she finishes the count, and her arrow of bright violet magic is loosed to pierce its way through the glass surrounding them. ]
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(the red ribbon from earlier snakes its way into her hair like an old friend.)
she takes a deep breath, focuses, takes aim— ]
—Three.
[ she finishes the count, and her arrow of bright violet magic is loosed to pierce its way through the glass surrounding them. ]