Ebony rolled her shoulders silently as she stood outside of a dank dark warehouse. Inside she could feel a strong evil essence that was repulsive. It was the tall tale mark of a demon. Her hands drifted down to the gun holsters on each of her hip, checking to make sure they were properly loaded. While many other magical she knew would never think about using guns, this one did. She didn't care about the magical wars. She didn't care of the right or wrong thing to do. This magical girl only wanted to get rid of things that were wrong in front of her. Her style of dress wasn't as fantastical as other's either. She wore a white tight tank top with a brown air fighter jacket over it. Her legs were covered by tight black jeans, and she wore black combat boots. Her hair was messy and red. Ebony's body was somewhat lithe, but her ass was tight and toned. Both her breasts weren't too large, but they were perfect for any man who wished to hold them perfectly in the palm of his hands.<br/><br/>Picking up one of her magical pistols, Ebony made her way into the warehouse warily.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>