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Scheelite was shaking, sobbing and shaking more and more with every moment of his captivity. He had many run in's with Lyra, had seen just about every side of her personality. Even this one.

It scared him.

For just a second he breathed a deep sigh of relief. The glass was gone, he'd be oka---

No, now it was at his arm, and he drew deathly still. A split second later and the shaking started anew as a fresh path of blood wound it's way down his arm. The blonde gave a loud cry as the glass entered his arm.

Before he could blink, it was back at his throat and threatening a worse injury.

"P-please..."

"... what or who is it you want..." Zink followed up with a tense nod, his eyes flicking to schee's arm.
THere was a starseed in his boot but he couldn't exactly bring that out NOW... though Scheelite might need it if she kept cutting.

Lyra... Beth... god damnit.

"Nonono NO!" The senshi wailed out, "Shut UP all of you!" If anyone had previously known the senshi, they would know she was very capable of mood swings in her current mindset. Sometimes sweet, other times deadly... she would beat the s**t out of people without any remorse what so ever. "There is nothing i WANT other than to stop you all, AND see this mans head ROLL."

Until after the fact, then it would hit.

Right now Lyra was cold, stone cold. Doing her duty to the blood moon court meant everything to her right now, or so they would think! Her hand gripping the shard even tighter, blood too started to flow over her own hand and pool on the floor around the pair. Her hand gripping ever tighter, her breath caught in her chest. Anxiety building, the senshi looked down at the man whom caused SO MUCH pain in her life, so much regret. She thought she had forgiven this man… but in actuality? Only one thing would appease her crying soul.

No pain.

No remorse.

Just protecting her family.

"Cause one of us…one of us is going down." Lyra mumbled to herself, remembering a song she heard a few times over the radio. Delving deep into her inner darkness, she took a deeper breath and met them with a hard stare once more.

"Times up."

Right at that moment the red head shook her head at the group, almost as if she was about to say something else. Instead of words... she replied with a simple wrist movement. The sea of red that resulted from the movement started off vast, before slowly free flowing into river to mix with the blood already on the floor.

It looks like Lyra finally got her revenge.

"b***h" The snarl tore free from Zink. Yes she was his half sister but she was still LYRA, she just cut SCHEELITE's throat and he was going to kill her. <******** corruption, ******** her, he was going to grind her starseed under his BOOT heel.

"Regret THIS." HE snarled and tried to teleport behind her, He wanted to land a punch right on her smug mood swinging chin before he'd just break her sorry neck and prayed she survived it.

The young man dropped and Zink kicked into action. It was noble, had an edge of strength to it, was certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

Ilmenite, on the other hand, went drained of color and quiet -- and after a second, turned back away toward the door, gulping in air and unable to look at the torrent of blood. His stomach was flipping and he struggled desperately not to lose what little he'd eaten today.

Scheelite had been separated. But, really, this didn't bother the blonde! After he had been separated he had wandered into a different part of the maze. One that was even more glowy than the rest, and...well of course he had been distracted.

Hey, could you blame him?

But the walls in that section eventually started to close too, like -hell- that was going to be the end of Scheelite. So, just as Terebellum had told them, that 'energetic little ********' had jumped and climbed his way out of the maze.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

There was the Captain's voice again...but this time it was the -real- captain. Or was it? Scheelite strolled in from the maze room, grinning at them all.
...And covered in a red liquid, that by some amazing coincidence was mostly focused around his neck and arm.

Thankfully it was just paint. Unfortunately they wouldn't know that at first glance.


"Did I miss some----oh."
Acid eyes widened, staring as the battle started before him.

...God he had bad timing.

He was still gagging when the mirror broke. The sight of all that blood, likely something common for most teenagers, the ones who indulged in splatter films and horror comics, was a rarity to a young man who hadn't been allowed to see any R-rated movie until he moved out of his parents' place.

It wasn't real, and objectively it was easy to wrap his mind around that concept. A show put on for their benefit -- well, Zink's benefit, or perhaps Zac's, as Zac was the part of Zink they could get to -- but that didn't wipe the image from his mind. Ilmenite had a good memory. He would have nightmares about spilling blood, the fine muscles of Schee's neck slitting under a glass knife, the tears that left his cheeks wet, the hoarse sound of his voice.

Ilmenite couldn't make his eyes focus, was still shaking, his throat bobbing frantically as he struggled to keep down his lunch. And that was when the senshi hit him.

Almost his height, the girl was pale-eyed and dark haired, a willowy creature with a skirt that floated around her legs, mostly-transparent and emblazoned with fine stalks of wheat. She was young. God help him, they were all young, teenagers playing at some greater game. And she was entirely unafraid of him, white teeth flashing in a too-full mouth as he stumbled and swallowed and finally lifted his head to look at her.

"Sweetheart, you got a lot of nerve." Her voice was soft and fluttery, tinged with something country, gentle and almost kind. Her blow, on the other hand, was hard as a sledgehammer, a sweep of feet under his legs that left him sprawled on his back and woefully winded. "…mouthin' off to your betters, and never you mind that she ain't real."

These people were crazy. He cried out, his head ringing as one heeled shoe settled in the middle of his stomach, and suddenly understood the appeal of the torture devices. They could also be used as torture devices. And he just thanked his lucky stars that the girl took time to gloat: long enough to catch his breath, to wrap hands around her ankle, and pull.

She'd been mid-summoning, her star's name on the tip of her tongue. The tumble drove it away, turned it into a childish squeak instead of her drawling, self-confident edge. Ilmenite was fresh, but so was she, a relatively new recruit who'd never engaged the enemy in anything more than words, who'd tossed her attacks and let others do the work.

When he slammed his elbow into her stomach, she looked shocked more than anything else, those heels suddenly a hindrance. They were too tall, scraped hopelessly against the ground beneath them and found no purchase. Ilmenite sucked in a few breaths, both of them disabled long enough for him to catch his breath -- and when he did, he twisted to catch her arms and slam her against the ground again.

Her head rattled against the ground, the lights in her eyes dimming with the contact, but she'd had time to whisper before he touched her. Ilmenite's hands came back hopelessly bloody, shredded by fine stalks of wheat that had sprouted from her skin, and he choked out a pained noise, unable to celebrate his victory.

((She's still alive. Just probably needs to go to the hospital for that concussion.))

“As you wish…” He said his scowl darker than his starseed.

“You made two grievous errors just now… shame you won’t live long enough to rationalize them.” He snapped and swung at her with the punch he’d been aiming for Lyra. So much better when you weren’t struggling to merge your feelings of hate for Senshi with love of family, he could channel ALL that hate into one place.

Well… most of it. Scheelite was going to get sucker punched for giving them the information to pull this off.

His punch clipped her, probably because he was not well known for his fisticuffs, certainly not for his reach. She spat a globule of blood onto the toe of his boot and then launched her own attack. She drove a punch into his already cracked rib and he doubled over in agony. “Bitchhhhhh…” He snarled and reached out to try and snag at her Fuku so she couldn’t get away again, he had no idea after all if she could use her power again or if everything she had already done would have tapped her out.

She drove an elbow between his shoulder blades and drove him to his knees, she laughed, a violent and terrible thing filled with pleasure at the pain of others. Anyone who thought that only the Negaverse could fall to such depths hadn’t done their homework.

Zink slammed a punch into the side if her knee and she screamed, things inside it tore and it gave under her with all the support of a noodle, something had cracked under the blow. She was magically a tank, but physically, even as a ‘tidbit’ he was stronger.

He reached for her star seed, his fingers even making it just past her chest before she sank a punch home across his jaw and he spun to one side, he thought his teeth felt loose after that, but nothing seemed to have come free, at least not yet.

She hit him again, or tried to, he managed to put up an arm and deflect the punch from its intended target and responded by twisting back into a punch of his own, she folded over this time, and for once the crack of ribs under his hand was satisfying.

She gasped for air like a fish and he reached into his pocket to pull forth the indigo crystals that so resembled star seeds. He tucked them neatly inside her gaping codfish of a mouth before grabbing a hank of hair and her jaw and clopping her mouth shut on the fragile things, “Breathe Deep…” He hissed as she choked and wheezed and dribbled blood from the tiny fragments of what had moments before contained the gas.

She clawed at her throat, maybe she had swallowed some, maybe she was more sensitive to it, maybe… m aybe… but it didn’t matter and he didn’t care. There was only the fight and the ultimate goal. His hand vanished into her chest and he made sure…utterly sure that she was dead. Her crystal was warm in his shaking hand, but glancing up towards Ever, the shock in his eyes, that cold loss… knowing he didn’t yet understand, somehow he couldn’t meet that pained gaze….

He glanced at Scheelite, his expression a dead blank, shut down somewhere inside like the night he’d attacked Castor, this was not where Zink was at his best… he was functional… but after that?

“Glad you’re ok…” he managed hoarsely and tucked the second star seed away… two… one night. He’d never done that before… he half prayed he never would again.