[ Not that it matters how many there are -- she was geared up to fight Walpurgisnacht when she arrived here. She has more than enough ammo to take down every guard in this place, and then some.
But… she is still holding Madoka’s hand. And not only does she need both hands to fight, continuing to hold hands would only bring Madoka into stopped time with her. Which isn’t something she’s done before.
There’s a line Homura has been toeing for a while now. A line between being too familiar with Madoka, and keeping her a respectful distance away. It’s not something she’s particularly good at. But asking Madoka to call her by her first name is one thing. Still holding her hand, unnecessarily bringing her into stopped time, especially while fighting, is another thing entirely.
And so Homura turns to Madoka. She slowly, reluctantly, lets go of her hand. She looks like she wants to say something, but ultimately, she’s not sure of what words to say, what words would even fit the situation. So again, she says nothing.
She turns her attention back to the guards. And stops time. It’s just as easy as before, one bullet per guard is enough to take them down. Once she’s done, however, she pauses, bringing the hand that Madoka had been holding up to her chest. She takes just a moment, to close her eyes try and memorize the feeling of warmth the action had brought.
Then she opens her eyes, balls her hand into a fist and drops it to her side. She restarts time. ]
somehow this got long and i'm so sorry -- also i put a reserve in!
[ Not that it matters how many there are -- she was geared up to fight Walpurgisnacht when she arrived here. She has more than enough ammo to take down every guard in this place, and then some.
But… she is still holding Madoka’s hand. And not only does she need both hands to fight, continuing to hold hands would only bring Madoka into stopped time with her. Which isn’t something she’s done before.
There’s a line Homura has been toeing for a while now. A line between being too familiar with Madoka, and keeping her a respectful distance away. It’s not something she’s particularly good at. But asking Madoka to call her by her first name is one thing. Still holding her hand, unnecessarily bringing her into stopped time, especially while fighting, is another thing entirely.
And so Homura turns to Madoka. She slowly, reluctantly, lets go of her hand. She looks like she wants to say something, but ultimately, she’s not sure of what words to say, what words would even fit the situation. So again, she says nothing.
She turns her attention back to the guards. And stops time. It’s just as easy as before, one bullet per guard is enough to take them down. Once she’s done, however, she pauses, bringing the hand that Madoka had been holding up to her chest. She takes just a moment, to close her eyes try and memorize the feeling of warmth the action had brought.
Then she opens her eyes, balls her hand into a fist and drops it to her side. She restarts time. ]