Shishiwakamaru's groupies are stone cold babes.
The reason I say this is a little abstract, but think about it: What were you doing when you were 15? Lusting after bishonen? Sure.* Going to concerts and movies to see aforementioned bishonen? Sure. Making banners and waving them like crazy so that the bishonen of your heart can see them and knows the depths of your affection? Sure. Even if the bishonen isn't, technically, alive and can't see the banner. (Because you never know.) Yelling, "Waka-samaaa! Please kill the other teeeam!" Screaming "Kyaaa!" every time he knocks off another opponent?
Er, probably not.
Let's face it, these groupies are tough. Add to that the fact that they can hold their own in a stadiumful of high-ranking youkai on vacation manners, and you realize that you're not dealing with your usual teenyboppers. Sure, they look like dewy-eyed, short-skirted, fuzzy-eared Clamp escapees. Sure, their voices are high enough to make bats fly into trees. But would you want to take one on in a dark alley?
Don't answer that.
* You young whippersnappers today, you don't know how lucky you are. When I was growing up, there were no bishonen, there were just long-haired spandex-wearing rock stars, so my friends and I had crushes on Prince and Michael Jackson. And we liked it! Gotta make do with what you have, that's my motto, and don't you forget it! Now go play in traffic and leave Grandma J.J. alone.