Oda would look around curiously at her surrounds as her hands remained in her pockets, walking forward a few steps as she turns and takes in her environment. When she finally stops is when the cat familiar begins speaking to them about splitting up. Admittedly, there was something she found unsettling about this creature but she wouldn't voice, not as of yet anyways. Instead she would begin to walk off on her own before being grabbed by Kohaku. A little surprised she looks over the girl as realization dawned on her. Her eyes carried a curious glint as she thought about the reason the girl would know her name and the answer came immediately alongside a few darker emotions. Those darker emotions glinting off of the crimson of her eyes for only a moment before being replaced by stark amusement as the girls actions. "I don't mind. This looks like it'll be interesting anyways, right Kohaku." a small smirk on her visage as she looked over to the other girl that was being grabbed alongside her as she wondered if this was someone she was supposed to know as well.

The girl would take notice of the crowd, curiosity peeking her interest at the varied spectators to the strange talking..... &quot;Is that a cat?&quot; she mutter to no one in particular before taking confident steps towards the group. She didn't say much more as she listened to it talk about witches. She seemed more interested in the group around her than the actual talk of witches however. <div class='edited'>(edited by Oda_Nobuna)</div>

&quot;A familiar that can use portals. Only just met and you're already more useful than my own familiar&quot; she chuckled before stepping up and simply jumping up into the portal. She simply wore an expectant smirk on her face as she dived into the unknown. Not even seeming to question where the portal led her.

Oda chuckled at the explanation before replying &quot;I understood that much simply from her knowing my name. I was simply curious if you were also an aqcauntance of another 'me'.&quot; she said before looking back down to Kohaku. &quot;A version of myself you befriended. How very interesting. Well, regardless of how much I would like to know more about my other 'self' I think it would be prudent if we investigated this mess first don't you?&quot; she would say before looking up to Homura. &quot;Since you seem to have the most experience in these kinds of things then lead on.&quot; she said more as a command than as asking but that seemed more like a personality quirk than a threat.

Oda quickly places her weapon between her and the blade as it sweeps and knocks her to the wall. She cushions herself by simply using her legs as she comes into contact with the wall and bends her knees. She then quickly strikes her weapon into the wall and then stands atop it as Kohaku's rope ties around her waist. She looks down at the rope and then to kohaku before bringing her attention to her feet and then the wall behind. &quot;No shadow? That's a problem. Would have been useful here too. Really don't want to use the painful way if possible.&quot; she says before turning her gaze to the ground below. A fall from this height would most likely cause a lot of damage if not outright kill her. &quot;Well, not that it matters.&quot; she mutters to herself as a large three meter long anti tank rifle formed next to her. She would then stand atop it, much like how a surfer stands on their surf board, then pry her weapon from the wall as the anti tank rifle continued to float. She would then grab the rope Kohaku had wrapped around her as a smirk shown on her face again. This time she would yank the rope and then proceed to throw Kohaku towards the mermaid. &quot;Make yourself useful!&quot; she yelled before using her weapon to cut the rope so she isn't dragged with her and then having the anti tank rifle ascend to a higher vantage point, mostly so she can observe how the mermaid reacts to the human armament she send hurdling towards.

&quot;Well well. You were actually useful. Try not to die okay.&quot; Oda said as she raised her hand. Once she rose her hand three rows of ten flint lock rifles appeared before her. They all aimed at the Orchestra as she held her hand like a general waiting for the right moment to attack, licks of flame coming off of her shoulders as she continues to smile. She then put her hand forth with a shout as the guns released volley after volley at the Orchestra. When one row fired the next would follow and continue like that in an attempt to completely shower that area in a rain of magical bullets, tearing into anything that was unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire. She simply smiled with a hint of madness as she watched her handiwork while still paying attention to the mermaids actions, ready to avoid an attack from an angry witch.<div class='edited'>(edited by Oda_Nobuna)</div>

<spoiler>Sorry. For some reason I end up falling asleep around the time this gets active. I'll try to be better about that</spoiler> Oda would look on in wonder at the scene before her. Upon reaching the concert hall she is taken aback by the strangeness of it all. At first confused before a glint of interest shines in her eyes. Her gaze wandered around before finally settling on the mermaid. Even when Homura took cover she simply stood out, proud and confident, a smile plastered on her face with a hint of madness emanating from her. She listened to what Homura said without taking her eyes off of the mermaid. Nothing the girl said really made her react to anything. Nothing but a single phrase. <i>It can die</i> More than anything else that's all she needed to know. This thing was an obstacle and their goal for coming here was to take it's head. Wisps of flame began to come off of her shoulders and hair. Her smile only grew as a ball of fire formed before her. Reaching into the flame the ball of flame expanded and dispersed before growing big enough to be a threat. The flames on her shoulders taking shape into headphones and in her hand was a large weapon, though weapon was a strange thing to call it. The weapon had the hilt of a katana quite a bit longer and thicker but instead of a blade from the guard it lead into what seemed like a black board that lead to a circular shaped guitar with a red skull motif. She rested the strange weapon on her shoulder before finally replying to the last statement Homura. &quot;I would like to think I'm very good at killing things.&quot; she said before placing strength into her legs and propelling herself towards the mermaid, intent on cleaving it in two right from the outset.

Oda simply stares at Kohaku as she moves forward. An amused smile appearing on her face as she walks forward. &quot;This is definitely an interesting experience, in more than one way.&quot; she chuckles to herself as she follows behind the two. Never really even transforming much less pulling out a weapon. She simply takes confident steps forward, observing her surroundings and doing her best to keep any modicum of self control.

She wouldn't say anymore. As far as she was concerned she already said what she needed once and she wasn't inclined to repeat herself. Homura wasn't her target and until she actually felt inclined to interfere she Nobuna had no plans of actually fighting her. Despite the fact she felt the urge to want to add the girl to her 'collection' she let go of the thought in deference to a better prize. Instead, she would simply watch Homura begin, tightening her grip on the weapon she had resting on her shoulder before holding it in a way as if holding an instrument. She played a cord on it, strumming her fingers on invisible cords as a construct began to take shape next to her. It soon formed into a child, no older than 10 or 12 wearing light clothes of blues and whites, a small beret on her head hiding their eyes with long long black hair. &quot;Look for the girl.&quot; Nobuna said to the girl who nodded and then ran off. &quot;I have no reason to fight you and you have none to fight me. What you said is correct. I am fully aware that this Kohaku is not the one from my world. I am also fully aware that killing her will do nothing to bring back the person she took from me but I am a very simple person, a very weak person. My reason to want to kill her is simply because she pisses me off. Her face, her voice, her actions, they all do nothing more than remind me of what once was. A time that will never come back. I will not ask you to understand. I will not ask you for your forgiveness. I will not even ask you to not interfere anymore. I will simply do as I please as I'm sure you will do as you please. If we become enemies as a result then so be it. I hope things will never come to that though, Homura.&quot; she says However, upon hearing Kohaku's voice she would immediately turn towards the girl, her guns changing directions to the girl as they were about to fire. She wouldn't fire right away though. Instead she would access her situation. At this moment she simply stood there, glaring at the pink her girl and letting her murderous intent leak out with every breath. Her guns remained trained on Kohaku, as a million different scenarios ran through her mind. She waited however, taking into account the movements of the others, careful not to be caught off guard by Homura who was to her side and the others who were here. She simply remained still, her guns trained on Kohaku as the little girl that appeared from before stood off to the side awaiting orders.<div class='edited'>(edited by Oda_Nobuna)</div>

&quot;shit.&quot; Nobuna curses under her breath when she and Surtur are forced against the wall. At this rate nothing would change from last time. She couldn't really understand the concept behind these creatures called witches. She desperately looked for something, anything that could change their situation at this moment. Her mind froze when it's strength lowered and it's anger was redirected to Homua. The words appearing only made her realize the fallacy of her efforts. She began to laugh, wholehearted laughter left her lips as it finally clicked in her mind. With the arms weakened Surtur would tear itself away from enough to free Nobuna, allowing her feet to touch the ground before jumping onto a newly made anti tank rank rifle and floating up. &quot;Come now. The least you can do is properly kill me but you don't even seem competent enough to do that. Do you feel better trying to trap us so you won't be hurt.&quot; she said as three DDM4 V11 assault rifles formed around her and began to fire at the creatures eyes &quot;All that talk just to play yourself up when in the end you're just a scared sniveling child hiding behind your petty tricks and dark curtains. Too scared to even peek out of the darkness for fear of being noticed.&quot; she continued with a condescending smile on her face. If she is attacked she would kick into high gear, surfing on her anti tank rifle like a surf board at high speeds to avoid any oncoming attacks while still firing her weapons. Hopefully, she won't be caught unaware this time.