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Erebus, Squire of Saturn

Oh joy, they managed to make the General Queen snap even farther then what she had been. Erebus was glad that Antares was attempting to pull Venice back and it was probably the only reason that the page had only gotten hurt rather then killed. However he didn't have a lot of time to think on this as Apatite was still swinging wildly around with her chakrams. He managed to mostly block a swing with his oar so he only got a small cut on his cheek but he wasn't able to block another that got his arm and left a nice sized gash near his shoulder.

He cursed under his breath then, seeing how both Gevuadan and Venice were going for her neck, he tried to grab on to one of Apatite's arms to help stop the wild swings. "Might want to try and stop her from swinging those around!"

Gevuadan, very short knight of Ganymeade

Gevaudan didn't usually take his height into account until something or someone pointed it out. Reaching the General Queen, he was gripping as hard as he could to either make her pass out from suffocation or to get a strong enough hold to make the necessary twist that would snap her neck.

When the other knight came behind him to try and grip and them moved to her head, he was glad for the extra manpower.

Until Venice pointed out he was standing a bit too much on the tips of his boots to be as capable as him. Flushing a beet red, he hunched his shoulders and squeezed Apaitie's neck as hard as ever, fueled by another person he wanted to snap the life out of.

"JUST SNAP HER NECK ALREADY OR PUNCH HER!" He barked, still flushed from ear to ear.

He grumbled as he held tightly. ..to your height. I'll show you my height...

Apatite was not going down easily. She had slashed and sliced at every body close to her, and she had drawn blood.

But not enough.

The hand around her neck did not seem to surprise her, but instead she looked at Gevaudan coyly. There was madness in her eyes.

And then her neck snapped.

Over to Venice.

For all of his pressure, he did no damage to her. She was not breathing; she couldn't, with Gevaudan's grip. But it wasn't slowing her down at all. She didn't even seem to be trying to breathe. Which meant she was just holding her breath.

Erebus may have had an arm, but it didn't stop her. With her one free arm, she reached out and elbowed Venice, hard, in the gut, and swung her arm to try and cuff him in the face, for good measure. He may have been behind her, but she proved to be highly resilient—and flexible.

She was not so kind to Gevaudan, who, low to the ground as he was made him the easiest target for kicking. Particularly in the groin.

For that, she was merciless, and she kicked as hard as she could, with clear intent to bring him to his knees before her.

"You think you can stop me?" she choked. She dismissed her weapons and her now free hand shot out to grab the front of Chaldene's uniform when he tried to strike her temple. She jerked the arm Erebus was holding; instead of trying to pull it away, she grabbed the front of his uniform.

And then she teleported away.

It wasn't too far—to the top of the stairs. She was gasping for breath now, between her deranged laughter. But this was more than just the magic.

This was her enjoying the fight.

"Oh, boys. So eager to get your hands all over me. I tell you, I just love it when you fall for me."

And then she threw the two she had abducted, hard, down the stairs.

Her attention went back to the ground below; immediately she targeted the ones who had targeted her. Driven by revenge, her chakrams were in her hands once more. She sucked in a large gulp of air—the only other sign that she had been affected by the Knight's harsh grip.

With no hesitation, and with all her might, she flung her chakrams back towards the group that attacked her, waited a few seconds to let them damage whoever was in the way—and then teleported back in. She was only just barely coming out of her feral rage and her movements were still fairly uncoordinated—but she was drawing blood however she could. Fists flying, nails scratching, chakrams spinning: she was a whirlwind of bloodlust and madness.

Gevuadan, the VERY SORE knight of Ganymeade


Gevaudan had tensed as he gripped as hard as he could, but as she turned and that glint was in her eyes, he couldn’t help but do what came naturally.
He grinned.
The look in her eyes was hungry for his death, and he felt a surging sense of pride for the General Queen to want him dead and be that hard set for his destruction. She wanted to protect her castle, her people, and despite being the enemy, he too had felt that same feelings. He also knew the crazed desire for blood and death in all it's raw heat, and it just so happened he wasn't on her side anymore. That didn't mean he couldn't feel pride for the Negaverse still and a swelling appreciation for the General Queen to bless their side with her strength and loyalty.

She wanted to fight and win just as badly as he did.

In moments she lashed out, twisting and turning to do whatever dirty trick she needed to get the upper hand. He hadn't dismissed teleportation, which was why he wanted to make her black out or die before she thought of it. But before she did, she delivered a hard kick to one of the most unguarded and softest parts of his body, and he dropped like a stone to his knees with a hard, whining curse.

Hands between his legs, he watched as the purple lights of the castle flickered and twisted as his mind tried to process the blinding pain that made his stomach hurt and teeth grit tight so hard he felt he was going to break his jaw.

Curling in, he hadn't processed what was going on, until he looked up to see her call out to them before tossing the senshi and knight down to the ground. Down the – STAIRS!
They were RIGHT THERE!

"The…" He staged up. "…The stairs!" He called out, but she was there in a flash to meet them, lashing out with blades, nail, and body to get them to fall to her.

Bleeding and sore, he knew they couldn't just keep playing with her. Cackling back, he braced himself. He was going to take that Chakram and before she could summon it back, he was going to shove it right through her skull.

"COME AT ME, APATITE!! Show me if you are half the General Queen Tanzanite!" In her crazed desire to kill, he met it with his own and threw his bleeding body at her arm, going to see if he could take that Chakram for his own. He needed something sharp for what he wanted to do, and once he threw his body into her, he gripped that arm and went to bite into that wrist of hers.

They weren't going to make it. He wasn't going to make it. She wanted them dead. They were in the castle of all places. She was in her way and the stairs were right there. He had to keep her away. He had to kill her. He had to do something to open a way. If he had to bleed over her to blind her, if he had to break his own teeth and shove them down her throat, if he had to stop her Chakrams with his own ribs, he would need to do just that.

He knew the Negaverse castle. He knew these people. He had bowed to Apatite before many times, taking the knee and feeling a rush of pride and envy as they had lead meetings. He knew that all and knew what he had agreed to do the moment he wanted to enter the castle against them more than anyone else here.

He couldn't deny it now - he was a Traitor.

He knew they could teleport, had known it when he got into this. Negaverse agents, at least high ranking ones, could teleport and that was a huge advantage they had. He hadn't been expecting her to make it out of the assault on her person, he should have though. She was a General Queen for a reason - right? Surely she could take a beating, especially when she seemed half rabid, and she had proven she could.

Twisting and turning she had gotten free and sent two the ground and than before he knew it she had a hold of him and another - a knight. He wasn't expecting to be teleported, ever, it was a very uncomfortable and somewhat nauseating feeling as they arrived above a set of stairs - oh s**t. Before he could do anything he was falling. Bracing for impact, hands moving to cover his face, he hit the ground - hard.

Gasping he lay there breathing hard as he tried to fight away the pain enough to move. He needed to move he needed to help. They had to handle her - right? Or maybe not...that knight, the white and red one, had mentioned stairs and going down - right? They were on stairs and they went down. Lifting his head enough to see that she seemed busy, very busy, he turned and crawled down the stairs. "Come." He called out weakly, in the hopes the knight who had been thrown down with him was alive and able to move - even if it was just to crawl and flop down the steps like he was doing. What more damage could he do to himself? He likely had something sprained, maybe broken, there could be twisted things but he didn't care. They were close...so close - right?

Ganymede watched Apatite's descent into insanity (b***h was totally crazy) and her counterattack on their struggling group with a mix of horror and, surprisingly, a bolt of confidence. The further she went off her rocker, Ganymede thought, the sloppier and more careless she was going to be, which was good for them. Ganymede had no delusions that they could actually disarm Apatite the traditional way, given how easy it was for Apatite to summon her weapons back, but they could overwhelm her and throw her off guard.

They'd been so close already. They just needed a little more luck on their side.

Quickly, Ganymede tried to devise some sort of a plan. Naturally she questioned herself the whole time, unsure if she was even any good at it, but she figured there was no harm in trying. They were probably ******** either way. Best to try something than stand around doing nothing.

“You,” she said to Delphi, “keep doing that shield thing as much as you're able. Conserve it when you can. Only use it the block her weapons.”

“You,” she said to Antares, “you have no obligation to listen to me, so feel free to ignore me if you want, but we can't disengage. There is nowhere for us to go. Try to distract her. Break her focus. If you can get close enough without putting yourself in too much danger, try to break one of her arms.”

“GEV!” she called, and she didn't care if Apatite heard because Gev was right there. It would only take seconds for him to follow through. “PULL HER ARMS OUT OF JOINT OR BREAK THEM!”

b***h couldn't throw her weapons around if she couldn't use her arms.

“Val,” she said, and she looked at her husband seriously. “I want you to come with me.”

Ganymede threw herself into a full out run toward whatever stairs she could find. She just had to make it down. They just had to keep going. They just had to find Metallia and end this. They could do it. Apatite could teleport all she wanted. She could throw her chakrams around if that's what got her off, but they had enough people on their side to deal with her. Ganymede was sure about that.

And even if she was wrong, she could die knowing she'd given it her best.

Nodding her head to the orders given by Ganymede the squire had let her shield fall, when she needed to. It wouldn't hold long against a General Queen and she wouldn't waste her magic. She didn't know how much she had, how strong it would be, or for how long it would last. She had never really used her magic especially to it's full extent.

She hoped she could use it more and help handle the General Queen. For now though her weapon was banished, she could resummon as needed, and she moved into try and retrain the crazy General Queen. If this b***h was going to claw at people and b***h fight than Delphi was down for it. Her coat came off, let to fall on the floor, and the squire of Polaris moved in to go for the face and stomp on feet. While hoping,and trying, to avoid those weapons of hers. "Someone needs to seriously put you in a padded room." She hissed out, an accent which normally wasn't there was making it's presence known as she spoke, as she lost her cool and calm exterior. She wasn't about to fly off the handle like Ms. Batshit though.