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Super Sailor Aegir, Senshi of Silence - Extra Crispy and flung from the flaming dragon kite

The Greater Youma did not like having Aegir attached to it, swishing to dislodge him - but it really didn't like not being able to sound it's roar properly. Aegir caught a good look at the chibi - Spacewatch - and the red-headed girl - Denebola - that had caught onto the dragon as well as he had, just before it started shedding the rest of it's scales in a fit. Briefly he caught sight of his cousin, Altais, and thought to himself - not for the first time - that his family really did have a tradition of being powered.

The curly-haired super was able to hold on throughout multiple attempts to dislodge him through sheer will and grit alone, and he would have been able to stay on longer...but the flying beast began to go through a sort of metamorphosis and then - magically - light itself on fire. The fire was the last straw; magical flames licked at Aegir's skin, his hair, his fuku...at the rope fisted in his hands, holding him to the Youma. It seared, hurt. He could feel the heat on his skin, the smoke choked him and burnt at his eyes; flame travelled down the rope to his hands and the blond had to let go, the magic disappearing, releasing the Youma from it's thrall.

Aegir fell, coughing and tumbling through the air in the wake of flames, his fuku crisped and blackened, hair singed terribly. It was all he could do to fall in a manner that wouldn't kill him on impact - this mostly involved being lucky enough to slam into a small group of youma, plowing through them and skidding along the hardpacked surface of the Negaspace ground.

Dazed and more than a little stunned, the blond looked about and caught sight of two familiar - but drawn - faces: Ash and Mont Blonc. "Oh." He said, smiling a little but not really parsing why they were still there when he'd asked them to escape earlier, "Hey guys." Wait...they shouldn't be here... Aegir licked at his lips as a startled Mont Blonc scrambled to pull him out of the pile of youma ash and over to where he and Ash had been hiding - and watching. "Why?" He choked it out, only to have Monty answer him: they'd tried, but there where golem youma blocking the way, so they'd hunkered down to wait and survive as best they could.

"I'm sorry." His skin felt almost painfully tight and Aegir knew that he was going to have one helluva 'sunburn' from all this, in addition to the rest. His team was battered, bruised looking and ragged. Monty had been protecting Ash, and Ash protecting Monty...but between the monsters on the ground, the flame, and now all those scales - it would have been ridiculous to think they'd survive without being injured. "It's a little hot out there." Was he cracking a joke? Yes, yes he was. "Gotta get back out there."

He wanted very much to take his whole team - where was Thyrmr? - right on out of there, through the portal. But instead, he was going to be going right back into the thick of things...

...just as soon as he caught his breath. And could convince his body to move from Monty's arms. And as soon as Castor's hailstorm stopped, though the chilly chunks didn't seem inclined to hurt any of them, which was also kind of nice to have the coolness from the royal's attack against his heat-pinked skin.

Benitoite

It was from a random senshi passing him by, running from a youma, that he got the starseed he was now biting into and ingesting. The surge of energy brought a soft moan of pleasure from the ashen blond. The power and the euphoria was something he hadn’t experienced in a while, starseeds were not something he normally took nor ate but this was a fight and the enemy was open to whatever assault he felt like inflicting upon them as far as he was concerned.

What he wasn’t expecting was the hail, lots of it. As it hit the ground around him and pelted him. Never mind the cold, it almost felt nice against his sweaty face and with all the clothing he wore. But the hail hurt! Cursing silently as he brought his arms up to cover his head, his weapon vanishing for now, he focused on keeping himself safe even though he worried for Katya who was somewhere out there as well. Keeping his eyes trained on those in front of him, not at all trusting the mars knight and his allies to not attack him while he was vunerable and already under attack from the prince.

As he worried for Katya a thought hit him and a smile curled his lips. With the power boost from the starseed he could do it – he knew he could. Focusing his mind on a corrupted senshi, one who he’d not seen, he focused on summoning Hatsya to himself. She could help deal with this sudden shift in weather…

Super Sailor Thrymr, Senshi of the Southern Lights - with Labyrinthite, away from everyone else


He felt the heat clogging the air, his throat, his vision. Even secluded away from the majority of the flames didn't stop the heaviness in the air or the smoke that thickened in his lungs, Thrymr's eyes wide as he stared up at Labyrinthite, his pulse too fast, too erratic.

He heard a roar, felt the ground shake violently again, and debris shattered around them, crashed and shattered. Thrymr saw a shard cut across the general's arm, tiny bursts of flames that were rapidly extinguished with a simple shift.

"You - you're hurt - " Thrymr stammered, but a tiny broken piece of scale sliced a clean, thin line across the swell of one of Thrymr's cheeks as it fell, in spite of Labyrinthite unintentionally shielding him from the majority of the collapse. He felt the sting of it, but paid it no mind.

Thrymr's attention was entirely on the hand on his chest, in his chest, and it was both familiar and not at the same time, his body jerking. A gasp of pain escaped, tears burning at the corners of his eyes as Labyrinthite's fingers caressed, pain like the fire around them spiraling through Thrymr's body.

"Don't," he said, voice barely audible, hoarse and raw with emotion; and Labyrinthite was closer now, Thrymr's eyes half-lidded, rigid with fear and confusion and the agony, his fingers tightening around Labyrinthite's wrist. "Please. Don't, I - "

He had nothing to give. His cheeks were wet, the blood from his cut smearing slightly as the tears began to track down his face.

"Kindness," Thrymr whispered. "I can give you kindness. Please."

Benitoite

As soon as she appeared he was moving to pull her to the ground and protect her with his own body. Taking the hits as he tried to mold himself around her and cover her larger, taller, body with his own. Wincing and making small sounds at each strike of hail. His teeth grit against the pain each hit brought him. He didn't like this one bit and that was why she was here - to stop it.

"I do apologize for bringing you here. But you see the currant problem is we've been invaded and are being pummeled with hail right now - thanks to a royal senshi." He said in a whisper from where he hovered above her. Staring down at her sunset eyes he hoped she understood just how dire the situation was. The senshi, and knights, should not be here and royal was here and using his magic - this was not good.

"I need you. Your magic can stop him, even for a short while." He hoped at least. He knew what her magic did and could only hope it would work against the royal in order to give people time to take him out or find cover from his attack. "I can teleport you close enough to use your magic on him." He'd had a starseed and should have enough energy to teleport with someone...but he didn't think he'd be able to do any more teleporting and maybe no more weapon summoning either. Everything after this would rely on himself and his physical strength and endurance.

"Do you think you can use your magic on him if I get us close enough?" He asked, hopeful.

Benitoite

Oh, he knew he owed her and he'd pay her back sometime...later. Right now though he watched her work her magic and as she finished casting her spell he took hold of her, hissing as a hail stone hit his shoulder hard, and teleported them closer to where he saw the royal standing. Blinking from where they'd been he appeared, with Hatsya, within only a few feet of Castor. Letting go of the corrupted he pointed to the prince.

"Go for it." He said encouraging her. He hoped her magic would work but he would still have to get her to safety, out of the royals range, once she pointed him out as her target. He just hoped he was fast enough.

Chibi Oort -- by Oberon and Tomlin and in proximity to Perdita, Chara and Ambrosia

Oort had been so caught up in trying to help Tomlin that he hadn't aware of too much else.

Although he was very much aware when a scale fell from above, just missing Tomlin as it hit the claw-happy monster and dusted the thing instantly.

He didn't have much of a chance to feel relief however or to really do much of anything as something heavy knocked into him and sent him flying.

It hadn't been far - just a little to the side but he fallen awkwardly and ended up scraping his knees.

And the fall had knocked his glasses off and he kind of needed those - well okay really needed them - because everything was kind of fuzzy without them.

He'd managed to locate them, thankfully unbroken, and had just managed to spot Tomlin when he heard a voice from somewhat behind him and a hand reached out to tug him out of the way of where he'd been standing.

"There was a monster wall," Oort said. "And a claw monster" and was that his voice trembling?

And whilst he was relieved that Oberon was okay, because the scythe woman was super scary and much, much scarier than Scary Lady had been, it didn't stop him from turning away from the other boy for a bit as he busied himself with picking up a crystal shard before attempting to hurl it in the direction of the dragon monster as hard as he could as he hoped that it would hit it.

He finally turned to look at Oberon when done. "They were over there" he raised his arm to point and turned to look, as he pretended not to hear how tired his voice sounded "Ambrosia too."

Castor Page Aptera

As she kept her gaze sweeping the area for threats with alertness, consequently she witnessed not just members of Order now but also members of Chaos fall victim to the dragon's rampage. The youma around seemed to be caught in a frenzy as well, in various states of frazzled indecision wherein they were dividing their attention between avoiding the dragon's wrath and going after those of Order. Aptera recognized the seconds bought by confusion taking hold of opponents, but she was also aware that such a state may loosen such a grip their foes at any moment. Thus, her form stayed tense in preparation to intercept any that may charge at them.

And then her attention too was pulled in the direction of the dragon aside from struggling to minimize fits of coughs already from the smoke and squinting to focus through the sting gradually building in her eyes in this battle zone swallowed by flames. This sting had heightened as the dragon let loose another fiery wave at them all that had her skin slick with perspiration as well now. She had to close her eyes for a second but forced them open despite their protest followed by sending another stone at the monster.

After that, with her dominant hand still carrying the other stone, she reached down to occupy the recently vacated hand with another stone in a stance that she could lunge from if need be.

Movement toward Prince Castor caught Aptera's attention and lunge she did, reaching out with the hand she had just used to grasp a new stone with as she threw herself into a charge at the attacking Hatsya. But it was not the stone in her extended hand that collided with the attack, but the side of her hand between her wrist and the knuckle of her pinky. A searing pain shot through her as she hissed and hoped the sound was muffled by all the noise. It felt just like the unforgettable time her kitchen knife met skin when she cut herself while cooking but resisted checking on where she had been struck. "If you're looking for a dance partner right now, I insist you dance with me," she said through gritted teeth though not particularly caring if her words were heard as she watch for more threats.

Dallol, Squire of Uranus

With the way her eyes watered and stung from the smoke that seemed to permeate the entire battlefield, Dallol was momentarily blinded and left with only her senses to guide her as she slowly moved and avoided the huge Chaos signatures that were the General Queen and her Generals because running into any of the Negaverse or their pet youma right now was going to be a very very bad idea. Thankfully for her, the Dallol’s luck hadn’t seemed to run out just yet and she was pretty much left alone until she recovered her sight somewhat and was finally able to breathe better.

Glaring at the dragon youma that had somehow in the interim become engulfed in flames, she looked down at the ground and made a grab for a good sized scale fragment that was sharp on one end. Waiting for the huge creature to fly past, she took aim and tossed it at its head before diving to the ground to avoid the blistering effects of the flames.

With any luck, hopefully it would hit its eye or something equally vulnerable.