Marisa starts towards Signum, thinking of demanding the wheelchair-bound girl to lay off of the warrior, but a flurry of needles that she barely manages to dodge means that her distance away from Signum increases.

"Well? Aren't you going to use any of that powerful magic of yours?" Reimu states, releasing another barrage of ofuda at Marisa with a casual sweep of her arm. "Or maybe... you can't."

Marisa growls, partially in frustration and with a creeping fear growing in her gut. "Get the hell out of my way!"

"Why should I listen to you?" the red-white shrine maiden replies, sending yin yang orbs and red bullets at Marisa now. "Everyone knows you're just a pretender. You're no different from an ordinary villager - no, you're less than one. Go back to the village and let us real fighters handle it!"

The witch grits her teeth. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" she shouts, and a white corona begins to glow around Marisa.