"We should find one on our terms."

"Yeah! Maybe clear out that uni girl. Get the place to ourselves."

"Good idea."

"Up for that now?"

"Let's."

Ellie trails a line of thunderstorms the whole way across the Atlantic.

She laughs and follows, fire blooming in her wake.

She stops when they're still a good distance out. No reason to let anyone know they're coming.

Indeed.

Ruby turns mostly to smoke, stalking through the growing gloom, ears twitching as she seeks out their prey.

Ellie makes a compass to point them in the right direction.

The magical girl is...

Apparently presently coming back from a late class, not really looking around too much.

Seems like a good time.

"Come at her from above, try to take her out in the first hit?"

"Works."

Her muscles flex in clear excitement.

Away they go.

Ellie descends like a thunderbolt, in speed and character.

Ruby pounces, a whirlwind of smoke and ash and ember, laughing as the fire roars around her.

And the girl seamlessly spins into her magical shape - hair black and long, outfit sparkly and decorated with butterflies, her main jewelry a prominent butterfly clip at the base of her ponytail.

A staff appears in her hand, which she spins, protecting herself with a dome of butterfly wings.

Ellie tries to fizz through the dome.

It shifts and shimmers, blocking her. The wings are weirdly sticky, even to a lightning cat.

Ick, bugs.

She concentrates her attack at a single spot, trying to overload it. Or at least distract so Ruby can try something else.

Ruby's solution apparently involves flash heating the air inside the dome; the girl screams, and bursts up in a cloud of butterflies, her burns glowing and starting to heal.

Clever girl.

Ellie gives chase.

She's slower than either of them, and staying pretty low to the ground, trying to get into the trees. Still, she's good on defense, her butterfly clouds easily soaking up lightning bolts and fire storms.

Ellie gets in front of her, and sets the trees on fire.

Her butterflies lance ahead of her, turning into water, creating choking whirlwinds, smothering the flames, as she plunges in.

She needs... butterfly nets. Made out of electricity, to trap and stun.

She yelps - louder, when Ruby lands behind her in a whirlwind of flame.

She brings her hands in close, building the wind around her, until the trees are creaking and groaning and leaning precariously and even Ruby is having trouble keeping her feet.