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She stretched and almost felt like whistling or humming a tune out here in the open sidewalk regardless of the people who passed around her every now and then, likely also on their way from point A to point B. It was rare she could make her way home as early as she was able to today. Usually she was asked to put in a bit of extra time passed her scheduled hour to clock out. But here it was, the rare occasion occurred this evening and she felt incredibly lucky and all around happy about it without a doubt in her mind.

And then the crash sounded, strongly and foreboding something she in all honesty feared. And another of such a crash rang through the air again, a little closer despite the sound being loud to begin with. The sound of them stopped her in her tracks in alarm since she was in fact right next to the building that they came from and the two rapid sounds were speedily followed by another more deafening one before in quick succession, kids and teens and really all ages of civilians as a whole seemed to burst out of several sets of double doors at one side of her. And that snapped out her out of her paralyzed state of fright alright!

As crashing sounds continued to fill the air, she began being partly carried by the current of people and due to her own frantic condition and restored ability to perform movement, partly propelled by her hurrying footfalls to the side of the building. Should she run too, join in the rush of sobbing and screaming from those who had unlike her seemed not to have lost the ability to utter a sound? She could admit that she found that a tempting escape.

But she might be able to assist with something, to help in sorting out what was happening even in a little way perhaps. And considering such a thought was what kept her in place.

A side door into the building was open, perhaps an employee only door since less people seemed to flee from it and it has been a cluster of moments now that no one had exited it while the occasional stranglers were still running out of the front doors of the building yelling single syllables or for help seemingly at the top of their lungs.

She swallowed and trembled and wondered what was possessing her as she slipped into the side door, found a shadowed corner and transformed.

And then she proceeded to search for what was causing all this chaos. She tiptoed subconsciously from behind one still standing arcade game to another, peeking out and around each one as she went while hoping desperately that she would not be ambushed from behind.

Her mind went on to imagine what could have happened in here as she snuck around the trashed interior of the place. Had the toppled over machines that littered the inside of this arcade been the work of frantically vacating citizens, the instigator of all this mess, or both?

It seemed almost out of nowhere that she shook and let out a strangled gasp in shocked exclamation while she jolted with a quick handful of backwards steps. And this was because a crackling buzz had suddenly pierced the air and the nearby soda machine that had a game tower bashed into it let out a shower of sparks to go along with an abrupt but muffled boom in comparison to the initial crashing noises that sounded from the building when this catastrophe flared. And flared it did, because not only did Altair just witness the drink area begin bursting into flame from behind the still upright metal garbage bin she had dove behind for some cover but small electrical sizzles were now more apparent to her around the ruined arcade as she resumed walking on in a crazy attempt to try and find the chaotic presence she was feeling that contrasted from the presence she has been slowly starting to associate with encountering magical beings such as senshi like herself.

Still her voice was seemingly nowhere to be found and searching for it, wherever it had hidden itself, was not exactly her highest priority as it seemed both she and the monster she had also been looking to find caught sight of each other at relatively the same time perhaps. She could feel and perhaps even hear her racing pulse increase its rhythm while her breaths gradually became more labored and quick. She might have worried she was having a panic attack had she not been thoroughly preoccupied with the possibility that she was going to be eaten or be met by some other gruesome death. To win was her objective, a fight was inevitable now, her mind seemed to confirm. And a part of her almost felt like laughing at how ridiculous she found her speeding thoughts were, because ever since she stepped into the building, a fight was the challenge she was tacitly asking for whether it had been in the forefront of her mind or not.

And here she was now, trying to keep the monster within her sights at least in part while her head frantically turned in search for something, perhaps a shield of some sort. She then picked up a four-legged wooden stool with a circular seat facing ahead, possibly to serve as a means to block or bat away a likely oncoming assault.

Altair was taking small shuffling steps back in horrified shock at the sight of the monster actually charging at her. She had now started drawing in huge inhales of air. Was she going to sneeze? Someone please tell her she was not going to sneeze during this situation! Oh, uh yeah, she was alone. "Kyaaaaaaa!" but her voice was back, though unfortunately, her voice had a track record of not being very loud even when projected consciously or subconsciously; the latter being the case at present.

She started out swinging the stool at the monster heading towards her but then at the last second let her grip go, turning the swing into a throw. And then she ran a handful of yards in an attempt to put some distance between herself and the raging terror she was facing, hoping to come up with a more effective next course of action.

"Ss-scalpel shot!!!!!!!" Altair hastily aimed and fired her magical attack at the monster, yelling the two words as though the volume of her voice made any difference to said attack's execution. Seven scalpels appeared at her call and went flying in the direction of her foe.

And then she ran again to change her location while trying to keep track of both where she was going and where the monster was currently at. If she was guessing correctly, she missed, she totally and completely missed that first attempt at a magical attack unleashed at the monster, But, even if that was the case, she had already resolved to try her magical attack again if she had to. She really did not want to die by its hands or er just did not want to die period!

She had to act fast, was the blaring message her brain was sending her consciousness when Altair spotted that her last attack had actually managed to pin the monster in place currently. She skidded to a halt and took a breath before yelling again with as much focus as she could muster, "Scalpel shot!!!!!!!" She had aimed hurriedly, then she had fired immediately after that. Seven more scalpels were summoned and sent at her foe. Please, with this magic please have the monster be defeated, was part of the internal plea that rang in her mind as her second casting of her attack neared her target and she watched with still a braced stance she had no intention of letting up until all this was finished, please let this be the end of this threat.