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Chibi Oort -- with Perdita, Chara, Ambrosia and Tomlin

Oort hadn't looked back to see if the senshi-lady (Varuna) with the cool magic had gone to help Oberon like he'd asked, although it hadn't stopped him from hoping that she would.

Instead he had followed after Perdita and Ambrosia along the path that she had cleared as best he could because sandals weren't really the best snow walking shoes.

He had managed though, in part by walking as carefully as he dared.

It meant that he had fallen slightly behind the others, although he caught up to them in time to catch Perdita whacking at one of the monsters with a broom.

And.. And was that blood?

For a moment he couldn't help but stare even as Perdita whacked at the monster again because yes that totally was blood, but then another monster was lumbering in his direction and Oort was kind of wishing that he had his own broom as he scrabbled around to see if there was something around that he could use.

It meant that he missed it as Tomlin went leaping for yet another monster, although he could hear the star-cat's voice as he tried to avoid the youma's strike and ended up half-hissing and half-yelping as claws raked his shoulder because it stung.

The portal was still out of reach and more monsters seemed to be coming, however there was perhaps one mercy small though it was and that was that right now Oort was too caught up in the claw-slasher monster to think about the portal - or to really think about the source of the big dark thing that seemed to be coming their way.

Cetus

He had been holding onto Kairatos, keeping the other on his back, with the intent of getting him out along with the rest of their group. He was not planning on standing about here, with a heavy person to support, while they decided to go verbally spar with the Negaverse General who oh so kindly decided to show up and get in the way! If he had a free hand and a geta he might have very well tried to beat the General out of his way...but he had neither a free hand nor a geta. Instead he turned his head toward the Knight, being cautious of the bulls head decorating his shoulder, and narrowed his golden eyes at him.

"If your going to ver-" He got got off as the shock which hit the other also hit him. ********! Cursing in Chinese he almost dropped the other, he felt his arms twitching and shaking had locking his elbows and shoulders he forced himself to keep the other in place, even though he had let the other down a few inches. Shifting, bouncing the other up, he tried to get him back up in place.

"Sidouer...warning next time." He whispered as he looked over to his cousin. "And you." He said turning his focus back onto the knight. "I could care less what you've done or haven't done. Be quiet and stop arguing with people -especially me. Just hold on and be good." Yes, he was younger than the other but he really couldn't care less.

"If you don't. I will smack you when we get out of here and you will not like it." He added, hoping it would make the knight on his back behave.

Laurelite stumbled when Denebola collided with her; she was already taking a step when the impact met her, and Laurelite found herself tumbling forward—right into Celsus' whip. It hit her across the neck—not enough to do any severe damage, but enough that her skin split and the cold air stung against it.

She would have been in a fine mess if Bifrost's shield had connected, but even as she landed in a heap on the ground, she saw Cinnabar intercept. A wave of relief rushed through the General Queen, but she would have to celebrate later.

Denebola's weight was still strong against her and she shoved her elbow harshly into the senshi's stomach. She was out of breath and a rock had jammed under her chin and clacked her teeth together painfully; she could not easily wield her scythe, so she resorted to simply trying to hurl the Eternal Senshi off of her with as many elbow jabs as she could manage.

She forcibly shoved herself up; for a second she saw Kairatos glowing and it caught her eyes for longer than she wanted. She had seen too many new tricks from the Senshi and Knights, but she did not get the time to analyze him before the waves of youma clouded him from her vision. Azurite was lucky that Laurelite's eyes were on him; she missed most of her fraternization with the enemy.

Oblivious to Scholomance's scheming, she managed to steady herself. Her scythe in her hand, she aimed to hit Denebola with a much more real weapon—only, as the battle closed in around her, she lost much of her freedom in swinging.

In the distance, the golems remained a firm wall, but Tomlin's plan was at least slightly effective—one of the golems blocking the path seemed alarmed with the cat's presence and tried to smack him off the golem he was on.

The upside—the golem was distracted. The downside, it didn't seem like either had done any damage.

But worse than anything was the fact that there were now worse things than giant golems to worry about:

The shadow in the distance had seemed to move slowly, but it was an illusion in the darkness. The sound of wings echoed, and a sharp wind seemed to sweep across the battle ground.

And then the fire came.

Black flames, tinged with a strange white and purple gleam, spread across the corner of the battlefield. It did not seem to burn those affiliated with chaos, but it was warm, and had a strange, bitter smell about it.

It was magic fire, and while it seemed mostly harmless to Chaos, it bit and stung and burned the intruders.

It flapped its wings once more, sending it flying across the battlefield. Though the Greater Youma moved swiftly, it was not difficult to catch details.

It looked like a dragon, and it played the part; as it swooped low over the battle it let out a roar that shook the cavern. Several weakened crystals fell from the overhang that loomed above them. The wail was piercing; even the Negaverse was not exempt from it.

Sailor Remus, Senshi of Regolith


Remus squinted at Sessrumnir.

"So, like. Does that mean you're a skeleton or something?"

Clearly his knowledge extended to multi-million dollar movie franchises, Nintendo games, and everything except actual knowledge. Remus was still staring suspiciously at the knight, but whatever else he'd wanted to say was lost a second later because someone had come up and was all but collapsing dramatically on Sessrumnir. Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Friend of yours?" he asked, before turning his head to look at Duhr and Inari. He lifted a hand, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Well, I mean, you're right, we should probably get out of here - "

And for the second time in almost as many minutes, Remus's sentence tailed off because, quite literally, all hell was breaking lose.

And there was a dragon.

"Oh," said Remus, for once at a slight loss for words, his eyes widening. "Well. s**t."

This was not a human, or even a General Queen. He gathered himself together, then staggered as the cavern shook, his arms outstretched to keep his balance. Remus cast a look around at the others, and for the first time the entire evening, he seemed somewhat unsure of what to do with himself.

"Okay, I seriously don't want to die," he said, "So should we, uh, either try and kill these fellbeasts here - one of us has got to be Gandalf, though, and I definitely do not volunteer as tribute - or we just make a break for it and run, so, like, both options are pretty damn shitty."

He bent down, picked up a rock fragment, and pelted it as hard as he could towards the creature.

It did not go very well.

Myrrha, Basic Senshi (Scents) - in proximity of Laurelite

Myrrha had been in the process of catching her breath after duking it out with a youma that had been persistent in following her. Eventually she had to turn around and deal with it. At first she was merely trying to strike at the creature when it came too near to her. Eventually though the realization came that she would wear herself out before she managed to dust the creature. It was then and only then that the teen went on the offensive. She had scooped up a loose rock and then threw herself at her opponent with no other plan in mind than to bludgeon the youma senseless. Her surprise was comical when after five or six blows the creature simply dusted.

She had battled a few more demons since then and had definitely lost track of the tide of the battle and where she could have been useful the most. As she straightened and pushed herself off the rock she had been leaning against it came to her that she needed help.

Although with the appearance of the large draconian like youma that swept down low over the battlefield Myrrha knew what her next move would be. Checking the strap on her bag of precious cargo (starseeds) and finding it still secure Myrrha rushed into the fray once more. At the sound of the roar though the teen clapped her hands to her ears almost braining herself with the rock she carried. As the roar faded her gaze hardened. She forgot about everyone else and focused her attention on the creature.

There was no real plan but in her mind. Myrrha brought her arm back and threw the stone as hard as she could towards the large youma.

Super Sailor Aegir of Silence - Still looking for Thyrmr, but now distracted by a giant goddamned dragon monster

His hunt for Thyrmr was going about as well as the whole mission had gone, which was to say piss poor and with a lot of wasted energy. His cream-colored fuku was grey and red, filthy with ash and blood and sweat and his skin itched from more of the same, but he was far more worried about what was going on with his teammate than the gore and dust coating his skin.

He felt it, Chaos wild and oily, long before the glimmer of wings could be seen in the Negaspace, before flame and scale came into view. The keening, ear-splitting cry made him shove gloved hands against his ears until it passed..at that point he realized that he'd have to find his team member while going after the...whatever the hell that thing was. A Nega-dragon? Since when were there dragon youma? Not that it mattered.

As the beast flew by, a spike of crystal fell and crashed next to Aegir, who scooped up a piece and chucked it at the beast.

Probably not the best idea he'd had.

Lt. Hessite, run awaaaay

It was clear that he wouldn’t leave without the other two and Hessite teetered on the edge of something big. They wanted her to help them but they didn’t trust her and they shouldn’t, she realized, because they were the wrong ones. They’d come here to destroy everything, not caring at all that children were to be sacrificed along the way. They were right to expect punishment.

Hessite’s hand dropped and she gave the chibi one last look of regret. "I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t help them." And now she couldn’t even help him. Even now she refused to look at the two older Order warriors, though she had clearly heard them and had even flinched slightly as one of them continued to stutter out her reply.

Then the dragon arrived in all its glory and she looked up, fearful. The flames did nothing to her but the roar rang through her head like a physical blow. There was nothing left to be said and not willing to attack anyone just yet, Hessite turned and ran.

Paris

It had been a rather long and rather trying time for poor Paris. From curling up in a dark crevice to hugging a sad marble the page was quite certain he'd need therapy for everything he was watching. People were getting killed, eaten by monsters, Hands in chests, magic- SO Much magic. It was a lot for one rather terrified small young man to take in. He could hardly talk to people or acclimate to most social settings with out being terrified and apologizing for every mistake, real or perceived. He was ahot mess of social anxiety and frankly he was already having issues with the sheer number of people, never mind what was going on and what said people were doing. It was too much and he was just feeling a bit overwhelmed to say the least.
Things did not look any better as the greater youma, the draconic hellspwan that was breathing fire and death everywhere, arrived on the scene. Paris might have been terrified at first, but now he was just in complete and utter shock. He'd wanted to help and now he was just stuck in a crevice and really hoping the monsters just assumed that he was dead or too weak to pay any mind.

Still, hiding in the dark didn't work forever.

And he couldn't as when he looked down, a grashopper sized monster was on his shoe.

Screaming bloody murder, the page jumped from his hiding spot and ran towards the portal, tears and snot running down his face. It was just too much and he hated it and he was going to get out no matter what. When he reached one of the guard golems? His skull summoned and in hand, he was running on pure terror and adrenaline as he attempted to bash the golem's face in with his weapon.

He just wanted to go home. Was that really too much to ask for?