[A clarion cry accompanied the spell, a bolt of holy flame striking from high above like the sword of some avenging angel. Heat washed over the unholy constructs but seems to spare Mitsuru, burning away those shadowy forms and leaving naught but a shriek of fury. And dropping off a nearby roof, a young woman appeared before Mitsuru, wreathed in glowing o-fuda scrolls. A purification circle, a kind of mandala magic any Japanese girl should at least be somewhat acquainted with.]
Quickly. Get inside my circle before more come. It will protect you.
[The scrolls seemed to bob aside for an instant, a space just wide enough for Mitsuru to pass into. And if she enters, the negative energy in the air will seem to vanish, the oppressive air stilling into something warmer and more comforting.
If not? Well...there's probably another hungry ghost on the way.]
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[A clarion cry accompanied the spell, a bolt of holy flame striking from high above like the sword of some avenging angel. Heat washed over the unholy constructs but seems to spare Mitsuru, burning away those shadowy forms and leaving naught but a shriek of fury. And dropping off a nearby roof, a young woman appeared before Mitsuru, wreathed in glowing o-fuda scrolls. A purification circle, a kind of mandala magic any Japanese girl should at least be somewhat acquainted with.]
Quickly. Get inside my circle before more come. It will protect you.
[The scrolls seemed to bob aside for an instant, a space just wide enough for Mitsuru to pass into. And if she enters, the negative energy in the air will seem to vanish, the oppressive air stilling into something warmer and more comforting.
If not? Well...there's probably another hungry ghost on the way.]
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