"Damn.  I do suppose it'd be pretty hard to tell, without actual study, that I don't know if I've ever actually seen done.  Still, monster cockroaches are made of murder?  ...And what the heck is this about 'killing monsters makes you stronger'; it doesn't.  I've done my reading, and what makes MGs stronger is affirming themselves and practice.  Also time, but that's an invariant.  ...Damn, now I actually want to do a monster Steve-Irwin thing, just to see if it works."

"Please don't die in a stupid and preventable way, it'd be so disappointing."

"Gods, no, wouldn't be doing that if I could help it; that's a magical-girl only sort of plan.  Just...you're a people, and there's probably a lot of other people out there that're getting shat on just because of how they started existing, rather than what they do.  And if an educational TV show can help out any, then...well, it'd probably be fun?"

"I don't really know how all that works, gotta be honest."

"Well somebody has to figure it out if it's ever going to be done.  So why not try it, if I can?

"Of course, that requires having the balls, ha, to actually talk to a spirit about what I want.  Which...

"I've thought about it a few times, y'know?  But every time, I just...choke."

"Pff. Do it or don't do it. Don't complain. I can find you a couple of easy monsters if you like. You've got that spear and even blunt ones do just fine against the little stuff."

"Anxiety disorders suck, is all I can really say to that.  But yeah, you're right that I ought to either put up or shut up.  ...and I really do wonder how I'd do," she muses.

"Nothing to get the blood up quite like fighting~. Just say the word...?"

"I am absolutely going to regret this, but, word."

"Be ri~ight back."

The mysterious stranger runs off at a near sprint, ducking behind some trees. Not any faster than a normal human could go.

She runs back into view, flushed and out of breath, a few minutes later. "Goblin and a Fangbat. Fangbat's gonna be first."

Oh look! A disgusting looking bat with huge yellowed fangs, flaky patchy fur, and an ugly expression, flying after her!

And she will square up and jab it to death!

It turns out the standard spear katas are really good at dealing with monsters? Who knew. It's a pile of dead pseudomatter on the end of the blunt spear now.

The goblin's running into view now, growling incoherently. Lilith ducks behind her.

...and she will kick the dead bat off her spear's point, and bring it up to guard against the goblin!

The goblin both: Is surprisingly fast, and attempts to dodge her guard during its wild screaming charge. It's RIGHT THERE VERY CLOSE and lashing out with a claw.

And she slams the butt of her spear into its chest before it gets the chance!  It's not just the pointy end that's dangerous!

So she has all three and a half feet of a gasping, scrambling goblin scowling with hatred in its beady tiny eyes, horrible breath stinking upon the breeze, trying to get back up again and come at her.

Annnnd she can pin it down with the butt before it gets the chance, because she's really fucking tall.

"...Okay, if you can actually understand anything I'm saying, understand this.  I don't actually want to kill you.  If you don't try to kill me, I'll return the favor.  If you do try to kill me, you're going to die, understand?"

She has to try.

Growl. Glare. Half-hearted scrambling against the dirt, trying to wrench free.

"Do you understand me?"

She has a pretty good kinesthetic sense and so much more weight advantage; this guy's pinned.

It flops onto its back with a frustrated, resigned sound.

"...I am too damn compassionate for my own good.  Lilith, you still there?"

Why is she having this absurd idea.

"Right behind you. You trust me to watch your back~? I'm touched."

She makes what is definitely a sound at the flirt.

"Trust you to have any idea what the heck to do about...I'm standing here, and I'm pinning a live goblin down with my spear, and it's not presently trying particularly hard to do violence, and I'm not sure what the heck I should do now."

...five seconds too late, she realizes that she's left herself wide open for a dick joke and braces for impact.

Snrk. "Too easy. I'm obliged to take the opening. I think the poor thing's intimidated by your mighty shaft. You could just let it go and see if he's up for round two."

She suddenly whispers close to her right ear, "I can give you protection if you're worried."