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Eskimo fell back on her a** as she was clipped with the General's staff and she knew she'd have a bruise there. "We're not done here yet!" Rubbing her chin she ignored her bolero, pushing herself up off the ground. Running after the General she jumped high in the air, coming down on Linarite's back. Her legs locked around the bluenette's waist, and one of her arms went around her neck, squeezing tight. She almost looked like she was getting a piggy back ride, that was if she wasn't pulling at the other girl's hair with her free hand. "I'll teach you to turn your back on me."

Rage was an unrelenting beast in his chest. It was fuel to his power, the flame that gave him strength when he'd normally have none left. It was by this rage, this unbridled hate for the violent, grey eyes amazon that Castor found a spring of power. A new flood and rush of anger when he watched her arm shove Nemesis into a tree. Nemesis was his ally. Did he want her death? No. Did he hate her? No. Even with her hate of his the senshi of hail felt nothing but an odd form of respect for the senshi of decay. He taunted her, teased her, and in his own way, he cared for her. She was a senshi. She was his ally. As much as they could dislike or argue or torment each other, she was another senshi.

Castor would not let her blood become another stain on his already black record.

"You won't kill her Tanzanite." Castor's running slowed to a walk as he neared them, the hail that littered his path crushing under his boots. Blood dripped from his hand as what had landed on his uniform began to grow dark with exposure to the cold air now swirling in Readiness for Castor's attack. The bright blue eyes once so full of bright life were gone, replaced by a deep blue as intense as his hate. "Because I will kill you before you even have the chance." A dash, his cry was unheard, as a fist of spiked ice came crushing down on the general's arm. He wasn't even looking at Nemesis. The senshi only had eyes for the violet amazon.
"General Tanzanite, you are mine."

As soon as the words were said, a ball of energy caught his ear and made a clean cut through it. Rage fulled, Castor looked to his aggressor. His mouth formed the words as deep blue eyes filled with hate took in the sight of the the woman he loved. The woman he would kill.
"I ******** you-" A grim smile as blood flowed down his neck. "So now I can ******** kill you Linarite, my love." A sadistic smirk was on his face as she was attacked before zooming back to Tanzanite. He had a new general to kill. His blacked flame could wait.

He had stepped onto the crisp grass of the new battlefield, and took a moment to guard his eyes from the light. Coming from the Negaverse into Elysion was like stepping from a endless cavern that you had lived in for days into a homeland you never knew. As far as the image had shown, the senshi should have been everywhere, but it was confusing to step with everyone and find the place barren. The open expanse would have been refreshing and awe-inspiring if it wasn't for the fact that seeing on one only brought disappointment and mild frustration. Everyone where had been energized on the fuel of their own words and those of their comrades, and now they were all eager to dig their weapons or even their bare hands into senshi flesh. His own blades and chain felt like stabbing something, and he remembered the near escapes that Castor had had. Here, he doubted the senshi would have anywhere to run. They were all taking a stand. No quick escapes for a later time. This was their no later time. This was it. One stand. One point. Winner take all, and they would take all.

At the call for formation, Wolframite lined in with his fellow Captains, but felt eager to remain close to the Generals, wishing he could move alongside them. They marched, though not fully trained for such a unified movement, and made their way down the hill at once it was pointed by the General King where to go. What concerned him more was that Tanzanite seemed to be in some struggle, and he wished he could have come over. The voice he heard, that they seemed to hear, was a direct order to leave. Like anything had a right to tell them to leave. Whatever it was, it was clearly a trespasser as anything protecting a sacred land of Earth would know it's protectors. It too would be dealt with.

It didn't take long to reach the senshi who, up until that point, had been relaxing, socializing, and passing the same bottle from the window image. When they saw the shapes rise upon the hill, the volume grew silent, and that was when everything lost focused and blurred. Fuku and uniform clashed in a mix of swirling colors, and Wolframite was left pushed and shoved about. Magic attacks flashes in prismatic colors and the glint of the sky shimmered on blade and Negeaverse metal of every color, shade, and size. He did not see pools of blood yet, but everyone's face was set in the light of passion and the need to destroy.

He moved out of several battles, and looked about. He wasn't after just any senshi. He was after Castor. He wanted to find him, and he wondered if Linarite or Tanzanite had had any better luck than he had. He gripped his weapons by their chain, not exactly having too much room for swinging, and slipped through the crowds. No doubt anyone who had seen the television broadcast would have remembered his face, disguised as a senshi or not, and he didn't much care to play games with some lesser senshi. He had a taste for a specific type of blood, and like the senshi, he hoped it's body would grow cold once he dropped it to the ground.

"I..." There was madness going around them, indeed, and his hand closed around the wound a little tighter, the glove itself now stained red.

"I think I need to get this to stop bleeding first." He explained, sense and strength now slowly returning to him. "It's the arm I use for my attack." He explained to Pomona - if he tried to do too much before he stopped bleeding, he might lose too much blood.

He was actually feeling a little queasy as is. Like most people, he never liked bleeding. "You decide ? Ill follow you, and ill see if I can attack as soon as I can."

She hit Leopard's Eye. She'd hit him. She'd hoped he'd be able to get away, hoped and prayed but even her prayers weren't good enough anymore, because the General-King's fingers had closed in her guardian's fur, and she watched as they both took the blast, the kinetic energy leaving them both worse for wear. For half a second she was frozen, mortified at what she had done, the guilt of it all creeping up in the back of her throat, threatening to overtake the rage that had kept her going so far. Her impulses were telling her to go to Leopard's Eye, pick him up and save him much as he was so valiantly saving her, but she knew this was impossible. Elysion did not obey her complete, and she could not pick up a leopard in its true form -- for once, she wished he was a kitten, so she could hold him while beating the s**t out of that ******** general-king.

Helios' eyes narrowed as she watched the African man stand, flashing violently at his taunting coo, her gaze flicking over to Leopard's Eye as he got up and dashed away with the weapon. Lifting her hand, she snapped it in front of her face, hoping to keep his attention for half a second longer -- she didn't know if he'd go after the leopard or whether he'd take his chances with her, but if it was the former she wanted to keep him there as long as possible. She'd be damned if she let one of her Guard die because of her own stupidity.

"The question isn't 'can I' but 'can you take it?'"

"Auurrghh!"

God dammit, god dammit. She was a Negaverse Captain, and she was letting this pathetic entry-level senshi give her trouble?! It felt as if a wall of ice was smacking Uranophane in the face as the Blizzard Blast hit her at point-blank range, and left her feeling like her entire head had just been pumped full of Novocain. To say that you shouldn't keep your face in a certain position or it would freeze was spot on for this situation -- in her case, it was frozen into a grimace of frustration.

She flipped over, her arms bent and hands digging into the ground -- and then she sprang upward, the pointy tip of one of her shoulderguards headed straight for Sailor Boreas's stomach.

"Working on it!" The reply was cheery, the sarcasm not coming through as Bellatrix got to her feet. Although it probably would have been better if she had stayed down. The guitar slammed in to her hip, painfully, and oh, the pain showed. Once again she met the ground, but this time she was angry. She liked fighting this guy much better when he didn't have that huge a** guitar.

Rising from the ground, Bellatrix charged at Scheelite, an elbow out in front of her, spear held in the opposite hand, as she lunged at his stomach. She had temporarily forgotten that it happened to be her injured shoulder that the arm she had out in front of her was attached to, so the attack would have been a double-edged sword.

Eskimo felt a surge of victory as she tore the General's hair out, if nothing else she had a small victory there. Her victory was short lived though because Linarite had smartened up and dropped her to the ground. When the senshi of snow hit the ground she groaned, all the wind knocked out of her. "Fuuuuuuck,"

She pushed Linarite's body hard, rolling out from underneath her. She was slow to push herself up onto her hands and knees, pausing there trying to catch her breath. She didn't have the stamina for a fight this long or this hard. She did manage to stand up though, attempting to kick Linarite with her heels. This senshi was not one to give up easily.