Apparently, because they resumed radio silence. Winnipeg backflipped off a post and continued her slaughter. As long as she kept moving, they could not touch her no matter their numbers. The dregs of fiendish grimoires tore at her shadow with tooth, claw, and talon. She knew after a few moments of testing the strength of her collective foe she had no need for her finisher. Her natural ability, which Kyubey had extolled when she made her wish, would suffice. She darted between the behemoths, the colossi, the leviathans, literally entering her element (literal as in alchemic, not periodic) to facilitate her accelerated travel between adversaries, eliminating weaker wraiths in droves and saving the larger lovecraftian types for last to maintain a sense of urgency, a building of tension, which as she escalated from wights to manticores to eldritch squids built and built and built until after a climactic and too-short battle with a dullahanic envoy of Hades propelled by four fire-snorting steeds lashed to a careening chariot she finally returned to earth and stood silent amid a field of grief cubes, dwarfed by the gigantic expanse of desks and chairs that loomed from the dark like doric columns of a Greco-Roman temple.

(Chapter 8)