Aimi Feat 8

The attack vaporized a dozen of the swarm, and causing Aimi to fall back, crashing through the door, ripping it straight off its hinges.

[...]

A shadow loomed over her. It belonged to an injured, crazed Aimi.

She still donned her magical girl form, her uniform burnt and torn in various places. A few wisps of smoke trailed from her, some from her outfit and some from her messy hair. Blood trickled down her head, her lips and her arms. Only her glasses were in pristine condition, almost impossibly so, the eyes beneath them burning black with intense hatred.