The White Haired Girl Population Drops (Magica Starter)
"I’m not invincible, dipshit!" Oh, that came out much louder than Greta had intended. Everyone in the room could probably hear her. While she spoke, the white haired girl had balled her hands into fists and prepared to punch her friend over the head for that. But no, she was pretty sure violence was against the rules as well. It was a real shame. Greta loved sparring.
Anger had over powered her panic.At the moment, Greta was simply annoyed. She unclenched her hands and crossed her arms over her chest. Finally, she looked to Unmei. As always, he friend seemed far too calm. That confidence of hers was going to get her killed some day.
"I can die, in lots of different ways. Things like blowing up would probably do the trick. You shouldn’t be so confident either, Steak-chan. I’m pretty sure if you exploded, you’d be dead. No if, and or buts."
Unmei raised an eyebrow and grinned at her friend's outburst. Tilting her head to the side, she shrugged her shoulders. "No need to get so worked up, Matoi-san! What's gotten you all riled up?" Averting her eyes elsewhere, she shoved her hands in her pockets, puffing out her cheeks.
"Sorry if I'm confident of winning. I have no reason to kill, I'm not stupid enough to break the rules, and I dare anyone to try and kill me! If I accidentally stab them, I will cover it up no problem and get you all executed. No harm done, right?! Well, to you all maybe."
And after her mini-rant, she instantly latched onto Greta's arm. "But if that were to happen, I would be quite upset that I would have to leave you behind! Take it as a compliment that I would rather you live!"










