Without moving away the piece of clothing that covered her nose and mouth, the young Magi tightened her grip on Ginozaâs hand, waiting until the miasma scattered enough for her to study her opponent. She never expected to find the police caught in this situation, just in the middle of a criminal chase; however, knowing the origin of the Wraiths, it didnât surprised her they would go appear around a criminal - people with negative emotions and most of the time weak-willed -, but still, it complicated things a lot. Now Ginozaâs life - and possibly the others - depended on her. She had to make sure their emotions wouldnât become food for those monsters.
âThis is a Wraith, Ginoza-san. The creatures we fight every day, they tend to be invisible to humans, but seems like this one wanted to show offâ she added with sarcastic remark. Running towards a corner still holding the Enforcerâs hand, Sayaka mentally prepared herself to attack the Wraith, summoning one of her swords. Once they stopped, the young Magi placed herself in front of Ginoza and created more swords with her cape.
âDonât ever move from this corner, Ginoza-san, no matter what happens to me, you must stay here.â Noticing the worried gaze in his eyes, she assured him âDonât worry, I have faced worse than this, Iâm used to itâ But I had Mami-san and Kyoko and Nagisa-chan at my sideâŚthis is time Iâm on my ownâŚI must not failâŚ
âDamn... What now?â Ginoza knew little of Wraiths, except for the fact that they were the things Sayaka and the Magi fought. Negative emotions, weak wills, magic... they were things Sayaka had tried to explain to him, little by little, but they had always remained words, nothing more than descriptions in a book.
Now, as he faced one of those creatures with just the Dominator between himself and it, Ginoza suddenly understood what impotence felt like. The most feared weapon in Japan was but a scrap of metal; his arm, even his left one, whose use he had found incredibly convienient in more than one situation, was no better than the Dominator itself. He was powerless, felt powerless, and dread was flowing through his veins turning his muscles in jelly.
He nodded, as much as he hated the idea of having to sit in the corner and letting others do the fighting. âBe careful. If thereâs anything I can do, tell me.â