Another magical girl was down below, running towards the youma- which had evidently morphed itself into a remarkably cute, fluffy white creature. It was a dream of before, when she'd still been hunting him, long before she'd learned to tolerate him.

"Kyuubey!" Homura called out the name. Her eyes flickered towards the silhouette of the senshi above, then back to her prey. "You have nowhere to run at this moment."