More Than Forty Nine Situations That Could've Gone Different...
... If all the characters were smarter, dumber or, well, just plain crazier.
1. Giant Enemy Crab
The large, heart shaped crab was holding Cure Sword in its pincer, pressing onto her midsection and making her scream in agony, while the two fair haired individuals were laughing cruelly at the sight.
Mana grit her teeth.
Really, she couldn't see a way to help in this situation. She couldn't transform like the fairy had told her to. She couldn't figure out what kind of phrase she'd need to activate her transformation device. Watching Sentai and Kamen Rider hadn't really prepared her for this. Either that, or she hadn't watched enough. Truth be told, she didn't have much in the way of free time to sit down and just watch TV.
However, she HAD, on occassion, played videogames.
And she was now remembering a very common weakness found in crab-type enemies.
She had to do something to help the screaming heroine, anything really, and well, she had no better ideas.
If she was right, then...
Marmo was laughing as Cure Sword screamed in pain, and she looked even more amused when the normal human began to rush at the corrupted, monstrous human psyche.
The girl seemed to dash under the selfish and egocentric crab's legs and then she just... punched the rounded tip of the heart-shaped creature.
Confused, Marmo blinked.
Her jaw fell when the crab seemed to go all wobbly for a second, relaxing its pincer enough for Cure Sword to just fall out, and waver another second before just falling... what had to be face first... on the roof of the observation deck.
"... The hell just happened!?" Ira screamed, clearly confused.
The human girl grinned and scratched her nose. "It's a Giant Enemy Crab! You hit them on their weakpoint for massive damage!"
"That... did not make any sense," Marmo muttered.
Unfortunately for them, Cure Sword still had enough stamina to get off another Holy Sword attack to purify the corrupted human psyche.
"That was such bullshit," Ira muttered as he vanished.
Marmo silently agreed as she, herself, did the same.