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While Kremersite understood the importance of teaming up... understanding it and accepting it were not the same thing. So that meant he was currently looking sullen, unhappy and was still worried over the fact he was out hunting rather than keeping an eye on Amara back at the hospital (Why on earth he felt he needed to keep an eye on the girl when she was safe was anyone's guess).

At any rate, he'd figured that the sooner they took care of patrolling and brought back... something or other, the sooner he could pack s**t up and get back to the hospital; he should also finish his homework (because yes, he actually did do his homework - despite his reputation, he wasn't an idiot and did not appreciate the thought of being held back). He'd decided he could always take the books and folder over to the stupid hospital and study there, using an ipod to mull down the sound of people around him.

Even if Hospitals creeped him the <******** out.

"Did they even tell us where we had to go? Or are they making us wing it?" he addressed the girl that walked by his side, using his by now (thankfully) healthy arm to grip the jack-o-lantern against his side, "And did they give us any sort of quota aside from 'go kill senshi'?" because yeah, they apparently thought that killing the ******** was easy. It damn well wasn't when they could blast you and all you had was a mostly useless jack-o-lantern. Well, and Youma now. But still, that was beside the point; he wanted to avoid calling on the creature as long as he could. As it was, they were now nearing Meadow view grounds, and the school stood in the near distance, shrouded in a ghastly, eerie silence.

Disturbing. When was anything ever this silent?

Sailor Guneus was sneaking into school.

Yes. He saw the irony in this. Oh, if his friends could see him now! After spending his time finding as many ways as possible to play hooky, there was nothing the Senshi wanted more than to get back into that building. With all the students felled by the mysterious coma plague, there had to be at least some Senshi in that number. Holes in the patrol routes had opened up - Who knew what kind of scum was lurking around in the dark?

The gray haired scout hopped the wall with ease, but landed on some trash cans on the way down. He hadn't spent enough time at school during the day time to remember those were there, and they were loud.

"s**t," breathed Guneus under his breath as he stepped sheepishly away from the cans. He scanned the darkened school grounds suspiciously. If there was anyone here, his simple misstep could have been an alarm.

Before Bixbyite could reply to either statement, Kremersite had grabbed her hand and dashed off, dragging her along behind. When they stopped, she grinned at the sight of a lone senshi.

"You can call me Bixy if we kill him," she whispered and then gave his hand a sympathetic squeeze. "And I'll do my best so we can get you back to your friend ASAP."

Bixbyite could certainly understand his attitude now. Thankfully, she hadn't really been affected by the epidemic. But the people she knew who had been... Yes. She would certainly do her best to make sure they could be with their loved ones instead of endlessly patrolling.

With a slight frown of concentration, she summoned her ribbon and wove it through her fingers as she considered how to best corner the senshi.

"So. Got a plan?"

"What?" his head turned to look at Bixbyite, "Plan? What plan?" a small pause, "I thought 'attack' was a pretty good plan, don't you?" of course, as soon as said this, he regreted it, because the senshi had spotted them and was already calling out his battle cry.

Perverters of justice? ******** really?

He would have made fun of it had the silver haired boy not aimed at them with his finger, "s**t," came the gasp as he attempted to move out of the way; while he did, in fact avoid the attack... his moving resulted in a loss of balance, which sent the green haired Lieutenant over the wall and onto the ground while still holding his pumpkin, with a sharp thud that robbed him of breath, "s**t!" it was louder this time, and even while on the ground, gasping for breath, he turned his head to look at the senshi.

God, he hated senshi with long range attacks. It was so bloody unfair! He rolled to a kneeling position and turned to address his partner, "One of us holds him, the other attacks!" it didn't really matter to him whom did the holding; whomever got to the senshi first, he figured. That in mind, he finally jumped to his feet, took hold of his jack-o-lantern and kicked it with all his might, aiming to hit the other boy in the gut with it.

Guneus dodged the first rock, but the second one hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him backwards. "Ow," he grunted. He supposed it was only fair, he had attacked them after all, but still! Rocks? What was this, the frickin' West Bank?

And then the pumpkin, which just added insult to injury, slammed into his gut. s**t! What was that thing made out of?! Guneus went tumbling, landing flat on his back. s**t, s**t, s**t, this was not good!

Get ahold of yourself!

The scout blinked the stars out of his vision and scrambled to sit up. He aimed again, but his arms were shaking slightly, which reduced his accuracy. He pointed a finger-gun at the girl in the blue - she was closer, would be harder to miss. "Pow!" he pronounced. More light shot from his fingertips.

For all her grace and ability to usually stay out of harm's way, Bixbyite was taken by complete surprise as Kremersite came barrelling into her, his shoulder hitting her side and throwing her off balance. Hissing in pain, she hit the ground and half rolled to her knees, clutching her side. Just in time to see her partner take the blast meant for her.

"Kremersite!" she cried, scrambling to her feet. The relief she felt at seeing him alive was quickly consumed by red hot hate for the senshi who had tried to hurt her. Who had hurt her partner. She barely heard Kremersite's angry words as she began to move, leaping and darting towards the senshi. And this time, she made sure that he wouldn't be able to get a good aim at her. And this time, as she neared, she was lashing her ribbon out at him, intending to catch his wrist long enough to allow her momentum to get her close enough to land in a few good kicks.

"You don't ******** touch my partner, senshi," she snarled.

Kremersite was still waving his hand, the cool night air slowly alliviating him, though his skin still stung a great deal; what the hell was he? The Senshi of Radioactivity or something? Just what the hell!

He'd turned his attention away from the boy in favor of trying to work feeling back into his fingers, and that had been a mistake, for no sooner did he look back that he noticed Bixbyite and the senshi were within closer range of eachother than he'd mentally calculated. Then, the despite the girl's kicks, the Senshi's hand lifted in that all-too-familiar way and Kremersite's eyes widened, "s**t!" he looked around till his eyes landed on the pumpkin that had earlier hit the other boy in the gut; it had rolled away from him and now lay discarded, a few feet away from the green haired Lieutenant.

He rushed over to it, and skidded to a stop as he grabbed the pumpkin by it's mouth, curling his fingers around the plastic opening, "You leave her the ******** alone, man! Didn't you hear me the first time?!" that was all the warning Guneus got before Kremersite threw the pumpkin forth again, this time anger and desperation fueling him; he was aiming to hit the senshi in the face, but honestly, he'd settle for anything. He was going to be too late to stop the blast this time; she was too close, and he doubted there was any way he was going to miss her, but he would make him pay for it, at least.

Her head connected with Guneus's nose with a satisfying CRACK, although who it was satisfying for was debatable. Blood rushed forth, streaming down the boy's face and onto his white shirt. A look of surprise crossed the senshi's face as he clamped his free hand over his nose.

"Damnit! Ouch!" he cried, his protests muffled by his fingers.

And then came the pumpkin that clocked him in the side of the head. Guneus was thrown off balance, his vision spinning. The ribbon unraveled finally from his wrist, but this just sent him tumbling backwards onto the pavement. He struggled to get up, but couldn't quite manage it.

Mentally, he was trying to keep his wits about him by assessing the damage. Two broken ribs, a broken nose, probably a concussion... And they were still advancing towards him.