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"Very well. Anoka's rather interesting power causes all pain dealt to her to return, magnified, to the one who inflicted it. For wraiths, this power rarely manifests in a meaningful capacity, as it is dubious whether they are capable of feeling pain, being comprised of it. Indeed, even, against most Magical Girls, Anoka's powers would be of little benefit, as most Magical Girls have abilities which allow them to resolve conflicts peaceably. Barriers, illusions, or perhaps even the ability to flee a fight. All nonviolent ways of dealing with combatants, against which Anoka is rather useless."

"No need to lay it on so thick," Anoka grumbled.

"But you, Sloan, have no such abilities. No barriers. No healing. Nothing at all, truly. Only the ability to inflict pain. That is the sole thing you do. You know no other way to resolve conflict. As such, Anoka's unique powers shall punish you tremendously."

(Chapter 26)
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"I slew more wraiths than either of you in that fight," said Sloan.

"Debatable." Winnipeg stopped in front of the door. "You also consumed the brunt of our curative magic and barely limped out alive. Your offensive capabilities are adequate, and would perhaps be useful if you had a modicum of defensive skill. I have no use for a glass cannon."

(Chapter 3)
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"I can't be more specific because she's not like me," said Sloan. "She doesn't just shoot you or do the same thing over and over."

(Chapter 15)

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Considering the amount of energy sapped during Sloan's finisher, which she had only used twice before and both in purely experimental scenarios concocted by (who else) Clair Ibsen aka the only one who ever pushed her beyond shoot-until-it-dies, it amazed her she had the perspicacity to realize she needed to soften her landing.

(Chapter 28)

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Sloan's hands curled into hooks. Why did everyone keep confronting her with opportunities to kill them, flinging their worthless bodies in her way as if beckoning for death? The light in her Soul Gem simmered inside her. Be creative, they had said. Because they knew she was not, and that her attempts to become so would fail. All she had to do—she saw it now—was overwhelm them with such raw power they bent beneath her will. HOW CREATIVE CAN YOU BE WHEN FACED WITH A NUCLEAR WEAPON?

(Chapter 24)