[A lone shinki carrying three weakened children is practically an entree with appetizers. Ginia hears the low murmuring of larger ayakashi at the edges of her hearing, the rustling and movement of smaller ones. She slows enough to throw down a borderline parallel with the street, blocking off an alley as a large writhing centipede slams into it. Its legs scrabble against the barrier, scratching away as Ginia leaves it behind.
Another step. Another step. The mantra beats in the same rhythm with the strike of her paws against the ground. Ginia sucks in air as she pushes herself on, the feeling of wrongness and unease shedding as she breaks through the barrier of blight. She looks back at the street, feeling the continued beating on a borderline she can't see, the slow drain of energy, but unwilling to release it until she knows Hakkai is safely past.]
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Another step. Another step. The mantra beats in the same rhythm with the strike of her paws against the ground. Ginia sucks in air as she pushes herself on, the feeling of wrongness and unease shedding as she breaks through the barrier of blight. She looks back at the street, feeling the continued beating on a borderline she can't see, the slow drain of energy, but unwilling to release it until she knows Hakkai is safely past.]