Agatha had been eliminated.
But not completely.
There were no parts of her body that could be called weaknesses. Three symbiotic Simulacrum Factors moved rapidly through her body; as long as they were not destroyed simultaneously, even the Simulacrum Factors themselves could regenerate at high speed.
It was just that too much of her had been vaporized this time. Combined with the negative effects of the fading darkness, her recovery would take some time. She could not let that Cage-Skirt Witch fire her electromagnetic cannon again.
Right, the electromagnetic cannon.
That Cage-Skirt Witch had actually hidden such a huge cannon beneath her skirt.
But a weapon with that kind of power clearly could not be fired continuously, and she retracted her expanded cage skirt.
"Moonlit Gale, it seems your companion is in trouble."
Her teammate's advantage restored the Leather-Pants Witch's morale. Her tone became arrogant again, yet she had not considered that she herself was merely a tool I was using to save someone.
"First, she isn't my companion. We just happen to be on the same side."
I grabbed the collar of her leather jacket and slammed her to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.
"Cough, cough—"
"Second, I really want to test whether you and your teammate actually count as companions."
"What are you—Gah!"
Before she could finish, I kicked her toward Agatha.
The latter had already lost her ability to mimic and degenerated into a lump of pure white putty.
Her situation was dangerous. Regeneration required a great deal of darkness, and she clearly did not have enough now.
That made the Leather-Pants Witch a pretty good ammo pack. Her spike-launching magic was even more useless against Agatha, and once Agatha stuck to her, would the Cage-Skirt Witch still fire at her companion?
I admitted there was