In all the time Mami spent fighting witches, she had never seen anything like this. The chaos, the fear, the destruction... it was enough to make many people turn and run. And Mami would be lying if she said she wasn't afraid! But she wasn't going to let anyone see her weakness... so she kept her face a blank mask of calm as she summoned a dozen rifles with a wave of her hand.

She took a deep breath and yanked one of the rifles out of the sandy ground, fired at an oncoming Shrike, and discarded it. She repeated this with another rifle, and another, until it looked like she was going through the steps of some strange dance.

Her accuracy was near-perfect, but these Ohm were tougher than the witch minions that usually flocked to her when she did this. She couldn't keep this up forever, fighting alone...