Sayaka threw a frying pan across the room and it hit a furry soldier directly in the head. He fell over immediately.

Two more soldiers tried to get the jump on her but she unseathed her katana halfway and both of them were instantly cut in half.

Because that’s how reality works.

Honestly she still didn’t know why she was doing any of this. As soon as Madoka said go, she threw a random dude next to her over the bar and had him slide down and knock over all the glasses. She giggled to herself just thinking about it again. Now it looked like a hundred furries a minute were attacking thanks to that hilariously-incited bar brawl. That was OK though; they were generic mooks with low-level stats and no chance of actually hurting her because in what story did a hero ever die to some random underling?

Anyway, whatever the reason for this mindless combat, she was sure it was of vital importance towards taking down the furries.

***

Madoka was glad Sayaka was here to serve as the distraction.

Half the soldiers in the area had gone to fight some blue haired homicidal maniac while Madoka’s attack on Red Square had gone as swimmingly as... uh, a fish. The citizens of Tempoal were also apparently not too enthused with all the public executions in their marketplace district and were currently rioting against their furry conquerors.

Madoka approached an executioner, who was dressed in full BDSM garb and held a giant axe in hand.

He backed up. “Yo man, I... this is just a gig. You know, like when you play for a band that sucks just to boost your solo records?”

Madoka pulled out both her magic pistols and switched the safeties off. “As Sheriff of the Caribbean Sea, I am judge, jury, and executioner.” She turned into Karl Urban for a second. “And I find you... guilty.” She fired away, riddling (magic) bullet holes into the furry’s body.

(Kyoko had been making Madoka watch a lot of movies and TV lately to “improve her taste” so be ready for an all-new all-different Madoka POV experience. Madoka might just pop out some obscure references to Game of Thrones or Avengers Infinity War! I don’t feel so good... LOL! XD)

“Poor Sebastian. Oh how he represented the days of yore.”

Eh?

Madoka turned around and saw a hulking, over-muscular horse furry that looked ready to star in an R-18 webcomic. He was, naturally, shirtless.

“Let me introduce myself,” he said. “I am Lieutenant Maximov of the Furry Liberation Army. And I have come to liberate the people of this city. If you wish to impeded this process, I will be forced to end you.” He flexed and all his muscles bulged under his skin. All of them.

“Well, I am Sheriff Kaname, judge, jury, and executioner of the Caribbean Sea, and--”

Maximov hurled his fist into Madoka’s face and she flew backwards into a nearby wall, cracking the brick and steel behind her.

Thank goodness for soul gems!

“How dare you hit a girl!” Madoka shouted, balling up her fists and jumping at the furry.

“Hitting girls is perfectly acceptable, you sexist bigot!” Maximov shouted in return, blocking Madoka’s blow and throwing her fifteen feet into the air. “It’s [current year]. for Christ’s sake!”

“Fair point,” Madoka said just before crashing onto the concrete sidewalk, denting the pavement. When she came to and stumbled back onto her feet, Maximov was now wearing a bright pink ball cap that read, “Feminist and Proud!”

Ignoring that Maximov was literally subjugating and oppressing an entire people group right now, Madoka respected that.

She spoke into her soul gem. “Hey Crispina, are you... alright? Come on? Please?”

***

“Yeah, I’m here,” Crispina said.

Thanks to distractions on two fronts, the shield generator was left practically unguarded, and Crispina need only have used her impressive and unmatched stealth skills to reach the generator room itself.

It was large, humming loudly, and rife for a dramatic explosion.

Within seconds, Crispina burnt the place to a crisp.

***

Slightly outside the city...

A giant robot stood, pink and bright and standing out immensely against the Mexican desert. It wore a giant sombrero.

The Mexi Avenger.

Inside the cockpit of that robot stood one hamburger-devouring woman, gazing at the furry-occupied city as she chewed on a burrito.

Kyoko Kaname.

She took one last bite of her snickers bar and gasped as she saw the shield generator dissipate. Immediately, her soul gem flickered as the communications jammer went down and she could again talk with her teammates inside Tempoal.

“Kyoko!” Madoka yelled through the soul gem. “This giant uncomfortably-sexy horse man is beating me up!”

“Is his name Bojack?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

Conveniently at this same moment, Crispina used teleportation magic to enter the Mexi Avenger.

Not Kyoko’s normal co-pilot, but perfectly acceptable nonetheless. She jumped to her feet and stood on the mecha activation platform. A flight suit materialized around her dress and locked into the Mexi Avenger’s control systems.

“Let’s rock and roll,” Kyoko said.

“Let’s do our jobs,” Crispina said back.

Oh, fine.

They activated the Mexi Avenger.

“It’s been a while since we’ve taken Mexi out to play,” Kyoko said. “I’m ready to kick ass and take names, and I’m all out of names.”

“Wh--” Crispina stopped herself from bothering to reply to her.

After a colorful anime activation sequence, they were ready to fight.