Immediately after, the two blurred into motion.
They clashed.
Aradia and Aradia ran along the side deck, tore into the ship's armor, and scattered sparks as they crashed into each other a few times. Their fingers sharply intersected, their feet ran, and they either swung their mic stand around in a hand or straddled it to fly in the night sky. They drew out large, twisted arcs and turned those into unorthodox loop-the-loops while their lights collided over and over before the two witches dropped straight toward the aircraft cruiser's deck once more.
If I only knew where the unseen rail is.
Even as they fought fiercely enough to melt and distort the side deck's armor, the witch goddess kept her thoughts cool and calm.