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Lieutenant Bloodstone

Ah, so this senshi knew how to fight as well. Perhaps this would be more interesting of a fight than Bloodstone expected. Bloodstone saw the movement in his peripheral vision. The height at which she would have to raise her leg to reach the back of his head at his six foot height gave him an advantage.

Bloodstone ducked as the female senshi (Skoll) aimed her round house kick, pivoting on his feet for a sweeping kick to try and knock her down. So she knew how to kickbox, it seemed. Well, so did he.

Unfortunately, even with the kick not landing the back of his head, he suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable. A sweltering heat overtook him and Bloodstone grit his teeth as he tried to endure the pain. It felt as though he were burning alive.

He crumpled to the ground, clutching at his jacket to try and stop the pain and the heat.

Katya, towards the edges of the fighting and falling to Ganymede’s spell.

Perched carefully, her claws helping a lot, on her Generals shoulder she managed to keep attached to him despite all the jostling of him fighting. She had watched him take down several senshi and knights and verbally commended him for it. Praising him, as if he needed it, she was proud of him and wished she could join in but doubted her claws would do much and that would mean getting in very close to a senshi or knight who was engaged with someone, like Benitoite, and she could get hit with friendly fire and she didn’t want that. She did not want to accidentally find herself victim to a weapon like Benitoite’s – nope, not a good idea.

When he decided he was going to help the General Queen she nodded her head, approving of the idea, but soon after was starting to shake her head. Claws tightening in his uniform so he couldn’t’ remove her, but instead he was shrugging her off and throwing off her balance as he did so just as she was adjusting and tightening her hold on his uniform. Falling to the ground she landed on all fours and stared up at him. If this wasn’t such a big battle, and he wasn’t going toward a Princess, she would have protested that he didn’t need to treat her like a child – much less his! She didn’t complain though and nodded her head, knowing he wouldn’t continue on until she was on her way to somewhere safer.

She had taken off from him, hoping he and the other two would be alright, when she started to feel warm – too warm and then she was burning up and her little legs were giving out. With a loud mew and a pained sound the Russian blue landed on the ground shaking and panting. Was Benitoite suffering this? Was Valeria? What about that Lieutenant. What about the General Queen!?

Venice of Ganymede, with Phact’s group – next to Erebus

While he headed himself and Erebus closer to Phact’s group, closing the gap which had formed, he too took notice of the Mars Knight but paid it no mind – he didn’t know them. This was also a big battle with people moving all over the place so he doubted there was any reason behind it other than working together. No friendship was needed right now. Actually the only thing needed was the same want to live and escape, and some magic, and that was it – alliances could and would form.

“New person to team.” He said nodding his head once. He didn’t like where this battle was going, especially as he saw officers dropping all around them. “Should run for it now…all of us.” He said picking up the pace and tugging Erebus around with him as he made for Phact and that group. “let’s run…while they down…” He said nodding. “At least get close to portal…further form officers.” Less fighting to do. “Everyone here?” He asked Phact, even while he wanted to continue running and pulling Erebus with him for the portal.

Eternal Sailor Athene -- by Ananke and Subamara as well as any from his group that followed after

The red and orange-haired senshi (Ananke) that he had been heading towards didn't appear to have noticed him, although it seemed as Subamara may have as she started running in his direction.

Athene kept running as the red and orange-haired senshi appeared to be looking around her, almost as if searching for something, doing the best to use the speed that he had as an eternal to cross the distance separating them as quickly as he could.

He was roughly in earshot distance when he heard Ganymede use her Royal attack and saw Nega-Officers start to crumple.

However, as with when she had used it when she had used it on Maia, some Order members appeared to be crumpling under its power as well.

And he realised that red and orange-haired senshi had finally noticed him as she had turned and was looking in his direction and so he waved to her as he called "We're trying to make for the portal" half turning to point behind him to those from the group he was with who had decided to follow. "Please come with us."

And then to Subamara he called "Subamara over here!" Waiting until the curly-haired senshi had joined him to tell her and the red and orange-haired senshi "We need to go."

He was looking round for those from the group as he spoke, noticing that Liryn, Eleonora and Alcor were heading towards him and calling out again for both theirs and the benefit of those of the group that had also followed after him "We need to try and head for the portal whilst the Negaverse is being affected by Princess Ganymede's magic" adding "And also we should try to help any senshi and or knights who we come across and who have been affected by the Princess' magic to do the same."

Because Athene had a feeling that this was going to be their best chance to get out.

Corrupt Eternal Sailor Cyllene -- on the floor sobbing uncontrollably in a confused, murderous fit ??????

There was too much going on at once.

The blonde spun to stare at General-Queen Laurelite for a brief moment before she turned to face Ganymede and Valhalla once again. She had to make a choice, and she had to make it now. The Princess was gathering a group of people to fight with her, and the White Moon was actually following orders and working together-- something she had never seen done when she herself was one of them.

Everything was happening too quickly.

As Ganymede was getting ready to do whatever it was that she had planned, a youma came chomping at Cyllene's heels and the Corrupt quickly muttered her first stage attack, kissed the palm of her hand and as she blew the kiss she spat acid in it's awful glowy eyes. The creature shrieked and doubled over, Cyllene's blue eyes glancing at the General-Queen, hoping against all odds that she didn't see her.

That was when she heard her-- These assholes took down Apatite. -- a Lieutenant calling out, coming to her aid? Coming to Laurelite's aid, likely. In that moment, Cyllene decided that she just couldn't let that happen. As she reached out to grab the Lieutenant, she heard Ganymede's voice before she suddenly felt ... Felt what? What was that? The typically naive, bubbly Corrupt suddenly felt a deep, burning desire to destroy her enemies. What made that... Complicated, to say the least, was that Cyllene couldn't decide who exactly her enemies even were.

Fortunately, there was little time to consider who the hell she wanted to kill because the pain that radiated through her, burning her at her very core, was absolutely excruciating. The room was spinning and everything was hot and she was pretty convinced that her insides were on fire. Like, actual, literal, legit fire. As Cyllene screamed an awful high-pitched scream, she grabbed for the Lieutenant [Vegemite] and plunged her hand into her chest-- she desparely needed to satiate the desire boiling in her blood and even more than that, she couldn't let the other girl stop Ganymede.

No matter what.

With fingers wrapped tightly around Vegemite's starseed, Cyllene sobbed and pulled her hand free. As she did so, she curled in on herself and screamed a second time, clutching the starseed in one hand and clawing at her clothing and her skin with the other because it was too. ********. Hot.

Laurelite's breathing suddenly seemed strained. She was still moving slowly, but her speed was gradually picking back up as the magic on her wore off. Her hands clenched into fists at her side and she trembled, summoning her weapon back to her.

While she could not have moved as quickly as she liked, she watched.

And her mind processed at it's normal speed.

She remembered the face of every person who used magic on her. Of every person who schemed against her.

Ganymede's smile infuriated her, but throughout it all she kept a cool, emotionless mask.

Even when the princess used her magic, she did not shy away.

Her blood was boiling; it felt like her skin was melting right off her body.

But Laurelite only gripped her scythe so tightly that her knuckles were almost pure white. She trembled in pain, but she never winced.

She stared Ganymede in the eyes, and then she smiled, softly.

A cold sweat covered her, but she stood tall, and proud. She made no effort to attack; Porrima's magic might have rendered her physical attacks useless, but she did not have the capacity to even attempt such as she struggled to fight against Ganymede's magic.

She knew it would end.

That was the thing with Senshi and Knight magic—they always ended. They weren't reliable, like the cold scythe in her hands. The scythe that would slice through all of them.

One. By. One.

And slowly, she felt the magic tapering off. Slowly, it didn't feel like she was weighed down, or like she was running through a storm or trying to trek through deep water. Or like her blood was boiling.

She was tired, but persistent, and even after all the magic, she was still on her feet.

"Nice try," she crooned, voice softer than she would have liked.

But that meant everyone was fair game, now that she could strike again.

It started slowly—a few knights and senshi within reach. Some managed to elude her; she was still stumbling around, trying to shake off the unwanted effects of her enemies' magic.

Cyllene was lucky Laurelite failed to see what she was doing—or, perhaps, Laurelite was simply saving reprimand for a more appropriate occasion.

Instead, her eyes settled on an obvious target: poor, innocent Harmonia, who had helped that damned princess, and was right in front of her.

And Laurelite laughed. She did not have to teleport to reach her; Laurelite moved like a shadow in a storm. She was fast, and fleeting, and one second she was feet away and the next she had her hand on the girl's neck.

"I do not forget the faces of those who stand against me," she warned coldly, suddenly gripping Harmonia's neck tighter. She slammed her into the ground violently, but did not stop there.

"Death would be kind for you. But I will let you live to regret what you have done this night."

Her hand shot from the girl's neck to her chest, and mercilessly she plunged it into her. Laurelite did not need to search for the starseed, she found it instantly.

Usually, her corruptions—even forced—were kind.

But she had no patience and no mercy tonight. She gripped the starseed hard enough that she could have easily cracked it, and she consciously stabbed the chaos into the senshi.

Her scythe was out—a tool to force others to keep a distance, and to give her the advantage of first strike for anyone who thought to intervene.

She was tired, now, but it was only physical, and only in her mind, she told herself.

Giving into it was not a luxury she could afford.

Too many people needed to die before she could rest again.

Harmonia was only one of many. Even as she continued to pump Chaos into the girl, her eyes scanned the crown for Glitnir.

And then she'd have to pay back Gevaudan.

Her list of targets were growing by the moment.

Newgrange, Squire of Earth

Newgrange took a slow step backwards, hands held up as if in surrender. "I'm not doing anything," he insisted, seeming a bit alarmed at how many people suddenly seemed like they were in immense pain. It took him a good few seconds to realize that it was mostly the Negaverse—and it didn't seem like he felt affected at all. Which was a relief, because it gave him a very good opportunity to get away.

"Look," he tried again. "I'm really sorry about all of this. Won't happen again. You two should just, ah…yeah. Like I said, take it easy. Go home, sleep it off. I'm sure you'll be fine in the morning."

While they were both down, he took the opportunity to move quickly past Jet, eager to be away from his slashing blades. It didn't matter if the guy was slow and hobbling around, he was still wielding deadly weapons.

He nodded to Aquamarine apologetically and then tried to sprint past them.

"Holy s**t, where the hell did you find those?"

The first time they'd met, he'd done his damnedest to cut down on the cussing, since Sabine made great and visible effort to be a lady, but right now, it was the last thing on his mind. "Good damn job!"

Talk about 'saving souls'... this was the most literal equivalent of that he'd seen. Even with the chances slim of finding the right body to go with each, it was a better fate to see them to the Cauldron than to leave them with the Negaverse. It had never occurred to him they might stockpile the fragile things, he knew they faded, but wasn't sure if they could from here. If they did...

... He wasn't going to think about that.. He definitely wasn't going to tell HER that.

Then something went abruptly ... awful. Or at least more personally awful than it had a moment ago.

The exact events were somewhat blurred. He remembered Ganymeade shouting, saw Asterion's fading flickers as he felt his magic beginning to run out, and then his veins were on Fire.

He'd never fully let Asterion just... run out of energy before, pain does very little toward supporting rational thought, so there was a dizzying confusion, wondering if perhaps it was somehow because of Asterion, or perhaps the Code, sensing what they were doing and acting out in tainted fury, it was difficult to imagine at all that he was not, in fact, literally on fire, let alone remember he actually had learned once that Ganymeade could do this. Not that he blamed her.

If you wanted to throw most of your enemies to your knees... it was a damn effective way to do it. It might have done what he couldn't, and cleared a path, but for him...

He wasn't sure he could do much more than -crawl- in that direction suddenly, knees barked on the rough ground and bleeding, and clutching the orb of the Code like Janet clutching burning Tam Lin.

He wasn't even sure if he was screaming or not, or even making the kind of creeping progress he was struggling to.

If he made it out, he was going to have to congratulate that woman. It really was one HELL of an attack.