[ *A video is uploaded but the source is unknown!* ] [ *The perspective? Also really unknown, one would assume drone shots, camera feeds, spliced found footage of a city in absolute chaos, demons of all shapes and sizes causing havoc. Then, out of the blue, a bright flash of fire bursts into the chaos, and out comes a screaming spiral of weaponry. A familiar catgirl on an unfamiliar enough of an earth. She is donned in a mix of modern tactical and fantastical armor, both enscribed with magic runes from at least a few different universes. It shouldn't work, but it does. She starts off with the spear, rushing forward, a flash of green could be seen as several copies of her would manifest in the charge, mowing down several of the demons, before collapsing back down to one person, on full display, The Hour Hand unhinges chronology, splitting her into several spectral fighters once more that all split off, with the 'main' figure impaling the ground with the spear, creating a rune that resembles a clock around it. That'll keep the others going. She swaps to a few different weapons as she takes on the demon threat. The trusty baseball bat of hers, where she goes to town, CRACKING several demons hard enough to pummel them into oblivion, dodging, weaving in a series of flashes of white flame, before launching herself up in the air with one of the teleports. Given some level of coyote time, she will make several orbs of energy manifest around her, and will STRIKE them, sending the dozens of baseball-sized orbs of force out to heat-seek several fliers. Next, before she makes a grisly impact with the ground, she vanishes again, barrelling out of an alley in a full tilt sprint and carrying that momentum of falling, conjuring the relic weapon of a Knight of Locks. However much she is wearing that as stolen valor, she did get the spoils. The key-sword (not trademarked) is wielded with a lot more style and grace than she would like to admit, making clean strikes that clear out entire swathes of demons, mixing in some barrier magic as well as other magic she frankly is just using running off of pure instinct and not knowledge at the moment, sending out blasts of firey light and crackles of lightning. She has a wild look in her eye and has a manic laugh as she rips and tears. Eventually, a more brutish demon and some cohorts were going after some people, and she intervened, taking a hit, blocked by more barrier magic, but not fast enough to completely tank the hit, sending her flying and hitting the ground with a clatter, the fantastical weapon vanishing as well. With no better option, she grabs a fallen soldier's m60 and starts just fucking ripping into the big thing with bullets, resorting to using weapons she detests to get the job done, yelling. The feed ends there* ]