Well, we couldn't be great protectors if we couldn't fight!
( her staff seems to change as she speaks, growing longer and even the rose atop it blooming as it comes alive with a flare of pink magical energy much bigger than the girl who housed it. taking aim at a rock structure some distance away, Madoka draws her fingers back and catches on a drawstring that was not there a moment before.
between her fingers appears a pink bolt in the shape of an arrow before it multiplied, creating three that she lets go at her target. dirt and rock is kicked up as the arrows connected, cutting through the thick rock easily and leaving only dust in its wake. )
It's different for every girl, but the bow is my specialty.
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( her staff seems to change as she speaks, growing longer and even the rose atop it blooming as it comes alive with a flare of pink magical energy much bigger than the girl who housed it. taking aim at a rock structure some distance away, Madoka draws her fingers back and catches on a drawstring that was not there a moment before.
between her fingers appears a pink bolt in the shape of an arrow before it multiplied, creating three that she lets go at her target. dirt and rock is kicked up as the arrows connected, cutting through the thick rock easily and leaving only dust in its wake. )
It's different for every girl, but the bow is my specialty.