Glassiane vs. Shufflins

Right before the blow landed, she wrapped her arms around the king’s ankles, pushing her right knee. The king fell back on her bottom, still keeping her hold on her club — but she should have let go. Glassianne circled to her right, and having that club in hand made the king’s right arm slow, so Glassianne got it in a lock while simultaneously slamming her elbow into the bridge of the king’s nose. She pulled in the enemy’s left arm, restraining her torso with her legs, and, spinning herself around, she circled behind the king’s back to strangle her. The other card soldiers raised their clubs, but they couldn’t bring them down. The king’s body was in between them and Glassianne. If she just kept squeezing the king’s artery, she’d pass out in a few seconds, but in a battle among magical girls, a few seconds was too long. Twisting around, Glassianne wrenched off the king’s shinbone. An instant later, she used the king’s body to block the clubs that swung down at her, then crawled along the ground, sweeping the legs of the five out from under her, and wrapped her arms around the five’s knees to bring her down into the six, while Glassianne twisted around to jerk away from the nine’s club.

No magical girl was used to fighting an enemy who kept her face to the ground. But Glassianne was used to fighting with her face down. Face toward the tent floor, using her glasses to perceive the whole battlefield, she moved like an insect or beast on all fours, attacking using openings created by the enemies not knowing how to attack when she was facing downward.

This was a little trick that would be useless as soon as the enemy got used to it, but it had never failed to be effective on the first attack.

When the five tried to get up, Glassianne kicked her down, twisting the ankle of the six to bend it backward. Picking the perfect moments, even Glassianne, who was only average in speed and strength for a magical girl, could destroy her enemies’ joints. She held up the shin of the five to block the nine’s club, and then, abandoning the five as she wailed and cradled her bent shin, she aimed for a corner of the tent, but the fallen six blocked her path. That being the case, Glassianne wasn’t opposed to finishing this one off, making a feint to the right before grabbing the six’s left arm, yanking it up under her own arm to break it off. She was expecting an attack from the nine next, but then nothing happened. Glassianne saw the nine running out of the tent, then looked at the five. The five held a round object in her right hand and in her left a round pin as she gasped in pain, tears running down her cheeks. It took Glassianne only a split second to realize the five was holding a magic grenade and a grenade pin, but it was already too late.

    - Magical Girl Raising Project: QUEENS, Chapter 6