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HP: 50 – 2 - 48

Aquamarine dodged the page's attempt to shove him out of the way. He wore a disgusted sneer on his face and took a moment to brush off his uniform like the page had gotten it filthy. Aquamarine almost raised his sword again as the page shoved on by.

That was, until he realized what was happening.

They were ganging up on Jet.

Under different circumstances maybe Aquamarine would have found this amusing. He'd certainly thought it was funny to watch Jet take on the weakened Eternal and a pesky civilian during the New Year's party. This, however, was three against one—a page, a regular Senshi, and a Super Senshi against one Lieutenant.

Aquamarine's blood boiled. Unfair. He could play dirty when he wanted to, but he didn't like it when someone else turned around played dirty on him. Or one of his friends. He supposed he should accept it by now that he and Jet were friends.

Raising his plastic sword high, Aquamarine slipped through the fray until he could bring said sword down on the ringleader's shoulder.

“So scared of one Lieutenant you've got to call your cronies on him, too, huh?” he said. Aquamarine paused long enough to glance in Seraphinite's direction. “You picked the wrong Lieutenants, Senshi.”

HP: 50 youma

Behind the Aquamarine and Jet came an inhuman sound, the twisted mix of extreme pain and demented laughter. "late late late late, tooo late!" The doll chanted in a mirthful agony as she came into view. No human though certainly of human shape. Her head was tilted a full 90 degrees to the left in a move that would be uncomfortable at worse for a person yet sat still on a ball joint.

The porcelain looking figure had ball joints for every normal joint, showing particular in her arms that were straight out until where an elbow would be then the left was turned completely up while the right was pointed to the ground. The tattered remains of what was a fuku now sit faded against fired white skin. The fuku and broken broach were all that remained of the senshi.

"Let me heal you!" Calling out to the senshi and nights with an abandoned furry she moved stiffly to the sides of the negavers fighters and unleashed a twisted version of what had once been her power. Like alcohol on a raw wound she flicked out the burning liquid towards the attackers.

HP: 47?

Cybele stared intently into the youma's eyes, her focus sharp, her breathing slow and steady. Now, it was focusing on her instead of on the captive senshi and the children. Good. She thought she saw one of its muscles twitching. Was it going to attack her again? That was fine, she was ready. She curled her hands into fists, and... then the brown haired chibi was insisting that he wasn't a child and whacking the youma just like she'd told him not to. Cybele let out an indignant squeak and glared at him, her sharp focus broken. It didn't even look like he was doing that much damage, just reminding the youma that he did, in fact, exist. Another senshi attacked before moving on, and then the youma was leaving, too... chasing her? Cybele considered following it for a moment, but there were plenty of senshi deeper inside now. They could handle another youma.

Instead, she stepped closer to the boy and switched from glaring in his general direction to glaring straight into his eyes. "All right, you've proven yourself," she snapped, half sarcastic. "Now can we help her?" Without waiting for a response, she walked over to one of the chains and gave an experimental tug. Obviously they weren't part of the original design of the funhouse, but they were still bolted fairly firmly to the ground. "We're going to get you out of these chains," she said all traces of annoyance fading from her voice as she finally got a good look at the captive girl. Her injuries and the way she was curled up so tightly told a sickening story, but this time it was one with hope at the end. "We'll be careful."

This time, she pulled the chain with every bit of strength she had. There was a tiny bit of give, maybe, but not much. "Maybe if we all pull together? Or you could maybe pry it out with that, somehow?" She pointed at the rod.

[ Andronicus - 47 HP, Andro makes it through the ball pit! ]

She ran past the gaggle of people going after a senshi in a... hoop skirt and another senshi. There was more than enough help there. As much as she wanted to help, she'd seen the colors of a Mars knight and she was determined to catch up with Themiscyra if she was here. They were sort of a team, right? Yeah.

The Squire came across a formidable pit of plastic balls. It gave her uncomfortable flashbacks to a very bad comic book convention she went to in high school, as well as a very scary incident at her seventh birthday party. Yet she had to cross the pit to continue! And as a poor squire in beign and gold found herself eaten alive by the pit, she decided to do it at a run.

Andronicus, bless her soul, forgot she could jump buildings and simply grande jete-d over the pit. Huh. Well then.

[ Bifrost - 45 HP - 3 = 42 HP, Bifrost hates the ball pit! ]

Bifrost paused briefly. That was Pisces after all, one of her court. She seemed surrounded though, and perhaps Bifrost would only add to the panic and confusion. The Gatekeeper continued on. Her journey brought her to a ball pit, and she fluffed her shoulders. This shouldn't be too hard, right? It was a simple ball pit. It, at very least, had a bottom to it. Probably was covered in spiders and dead animals, but it had a bottom. Surely.

She lowered herself into it, unsure of how best to go about it. She waded through the first few feet and then suddenly the bottom vanished. With a sound of shock, Bifrost went under, colored balls consuming her.

Some time later, she came up for air, gasping loudly. Never again. NEVER AGAIN.

[ Hydrus - 50 HP - Hydrus is unfazed by the ball pit! ]

The two being rescued were handled. The senshi of Leviathans continued on, taking notes. They'd decided on an abandoned carnival of all things. Very creepy, very horror film trope-esk. Clearly super necessary in this case. Honestly if you were going to be the bad guys, at least have class about it. Not be typical. Poor world building to be fair.

Really? Some sliding tiles and a spinning tube? What next, were plush animals going to fall from the sky with knives? Hydrus did notice a lack of actual sharp objects in any of these traps. If they didn't want the people to be rescued, they needed more hazards. More deadly hazards. You don't build a dungeon without proper hazards!

Hydrus barely noticed the ball pit in his griping and continued on, completely unscathed.

Pollux brushed his luxurious locks from his finely sculpted face and smirked at Methone. Grabbing her hand he didn't hold back as he let his gaze darken, hinting to all the things that he could do, would do, to her if given the chance. "Bella," he whispered into her ear, nuzzling her soft hair while his hand held her close to him, "non c'è divertimento lì, resta qui, e godere di ciò che ora possiamo passare insieme da soli."

His thick Italian accent was rich and smooth, and he brushed his lips against her ear, kissing the tips before descending his kisses delicately to her chin, avoiding her lips. He'd deny her a kiss, as she wasn't ready yet. "Let me aid your relief efforts and show you just how experienced I am."

Pollux deadpanned. "........... Please don't give me pet names." He liked to be complimented but petname were intimate. They were not even friends and while Mthone was polite and nice she still was Pollux, eternal stick in the mud who was work before play. Unlike her and his brother.

That was probably why those two got along so well.

Looking at the fun house he nodded however- "Here is safer- if others have gone in, we'd distract them in the enclosed spaces, not to mention a senshi and cat are weaken than whatever guards they likely have. It's better to offer reserve support and direct support on return when they likely will be chased or having suffered losses. For now, here is both the safest and most logical option. The big issue will be getting them further away as to not be chased... which I suppose Castor's ability might be actually useful for once."

Somewhere, Castor sneezed.

[ Jarosite - 50 - 9 = 41 HP, attacking for 5! ]

The slap caught him off guard. He was going to make some comment about silly senshi, and how impractical her outfit was (more so than that hoop skirt chick). Probably pull her curls, corner her, and shove a hand in her chest until she surrendered. The slap killed every single one of those ideas in a single moment. His head whipped to the side, his jaw slamming into the headphones around his neck.

Jarosite blinked slowly twice. He'd ruined carnivals for her, huh? He slowly turned his head back to her with a murderous gaze in his eyes.

"Then I suggest you start running, b***h," he snarled, and snapped his fist out to tag her in the jaw.

The grey gardian felt the other senshi join them before he spoke, but for a few moments, she ignored both senshi entirely in favor of the fair grounds below and her phone, which had not gotten any progress updates in far too long.

This was so frustrating!

Giving up on staring, for now, Ash made an exasperated sound and turned away to bound across the stone and wind herself between Pollux's ankles.

"I don't believe we've met before." She said as she moved forward with a light step and suddenly grew, grey cat shifting into willowy young woman in a burst of sparks. She turned with a swirl of her cape to give him a fancy little bow. "Ash, also known as the Silver Lady. Methone is one of my senshi, and it so happens, there are more down there as well... thus my preoccupation."

Sneakily, she pulled her phone from subspace, snapped a quick picture of the prince's brother, and tucked the phone away again, her hands soon tucked behind her back as she paced around Pollux.

"I said much the same thing a little while ago... I wouldn't be terribly useful in there and I'd hamper whomever was protecting me, thus why I'm not all gung ho to rush in. I am, however, rather anxious for my babies to be safely free." Breaking her calm sort of walking about, Ash spun to grab Pollux by his cheeks and moosh them with her palms, her face worried.

"The waiting is killing me... I feel useless." She said, her voice strained.