"You won't be so lucky next time."
She breathed and it was probably the last thing her mind could manage to say. She lay on the ground, her body numb all over from the wrack of pain that flooded in her system when she parted her lips. Three bruises on her left shoulder, a bump on her forehead albeit small, and her prized clothes torn to oblivion; they were her trophies, at least something she could proudly claim rather than losing her life in the moment. It was an unimaginable scenario for a proud magician like her but the gravity of the loss wasn't as devastating as she had expected it to be. Danmaku was, in fact, a normal routine. If a normal person takes exercise like simple stretching or warm ups every morning as an activity to do on a regular basis, in Gensokyo, the labor in firing various projectiles, ranging from stars, orbs and lasers to any moving creatures willing to retaliate is the way Marisa starts her day and she won't sit idle and wait to taste