Many of the summoned mystical beasts have some teleportation or instant traveling method in some way that allowed them to directly confront their summoner's target head to head combat but got charred into a lump of coal with a hole instead.
Because apparently, it took more than just a lump of flesh and armor to stop an accelerating Pseudo-Angel with an extra propeller on her back.
"There were so many of them and too little speed to arrive at the designation." MF gritted her teeth in discomfort. "Cyanotype is probably struggling there as it's strangely taking a while."
The rocket propeller between her skeleton-armed wings were connected with bio-material that MF could attach and detach without tampering with any of her Angel Form's structure.
With her gauntlet, she implanted an extra part of the rocket equipment with extra glands that produced more destructive blood at massive scale with every second passed.
