Without moving away the piece of clothing that covered her nose and mouth, the young Magi tightened her grip on Ginoza’s hand, waiting until the miasma scattered enough for her to study her opponent. She never expected to find the police caught in this situation, just in the middle of a criminal chase; however, knowing the origin of the Wraiths, it didn’t surprised her they would go appear around a criminal - people with negative emotions and most of the time weak-willed -, but still, it complicated things a lot. Now Ginoza’s life - and possibly the others - depended on her. She had to make sure their emotions wouldn’t become food for those monsters.
“This is a Wraith, Ginoza-san. The creatures we fight every day, they tend to be invisible to humans, but seems like this one wanted to show off” she added with sarcastic remark. Running towards a corner still holding the Enforcer’s hand, Sayaka mentally prepared herself to attack the Wraith, summoning one of her swords. Once they stopped, the young Magi placed herself in front of Ginoza and created more swords with her cape.
“Don’t ever move from this corner, Ginoza-san, no matter what happens to me, you must stay here.” Noticing the worried gaze in his eyes, she assured him “Don’t worry, I have faced worse than this, I’m used to it” But I had Mami-san and Kyoko and Nagisa-chan at my side…this is time I’m on my own…I must not fail…
“Damn... What now?” Ginoza knew little of Wraiths, except for the fact that they were the things Sayaka and the Magi fought. Negative emotions, weak wills, magic... they were things Sayaka had tried to explain to him, little by little, but they had always remained words, nothing more than descriptions in a book.
Now, as he faced one of those creatures with just the Dominator between himself and it, Ginoza suddenly understood what impotence felt like. The most feared weapon in Japan was but a scrap of metal; his arm, even his left one, whose use he had found incredibly convienient in more than one situation, was no better than the Dominator itself. He was powerless, felt powerless, and dread was flowing through his veins turning his muscles in jelly.
He nodded, as much as he hated the idea of having to sit in the corner and letting others do the fighting. “Be careful. If there’s anything I can do, tell me.”