With a sharp gasp and eyes wide, Naoto shoved Homura off of him unceremoniously. He quickly scuttled away from her, clutching his lab coat closed. An uncharacteristic expression suspiciously similar to fright passed across his face momentarily as he stood, the battle seemingly forgotten.

It appeared to be over, at least. With a final screech, the chalk outline fluttered to the raggedy carpet like a scrap of paper, completely motionless. However, it didn't completely disappear...