A/N: Written for the PMMM Flash bingo, #080 – bomb.
A Weapon Not Called Time
The interesting thing was, in Kyubey's eyes, that stopping time wasn't really much of a weapon. And if Homura wasn't touching her fellow magical girls when she did, they'd be as frozen as the enemy so it didn't wind up being much of an advantage.
Since there were very few witches that could be dealt with by simple punches and kicks to the torso.
But Homura was resourceful. She realised that and her own limitations and searched for weapons that would help. Knives at first but without magical power backing them, they were too weak to be of much use. She tried home-made bombs next. Those were good, destructive, but her friends didn't like it very much since it got too close for comfort.
Kyubey found it rather amusing. Magical girls didn't often work together but this was a rare reason for their partnership to fall apart. It would be even more amusing, and more fruitful, if one of the others were caught in the backlash. It was a small price to pay, one un-turned grief seed, for the power that would exponentially blossom in the rest.
