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There had been words. Words that Ametrine had wanted to shove down Lyra's throat. Lyra had not killed her comrades. Not directly. However, Lyra was still fighting against those still living, and if the senshi had had a chance, she would have killed Hel. That could not be tolerated. She would not tamely sit by as one of the senshi, one of her enemies struck down a corrupt senshi, someone on her side. She had no particular affection for Hel, but it was her duty to fight for the cause. It was her duty to see to it that any senshi who tried to fell one of her comrades would be stopped. Preferably permanently. Unfortunately, Ametrine did not have a say in what was or was not to happen. When Lyra had rammed her head into Ametrine, she had been intending to daze her.

But something had caught the Lieutenant's attention just in time for her head to be turned so that Lyra connected not with Ametrine's forehead, but with her temple. There were no cries of pain. There were no more attacks. Dead silence met the senshi's words, for Lt. Ametrine was laid out in a sprawl on the ground, unconscious. The bright orange pitchfork was flung slightly away from the Negaverse officer's body, looking very much like a forgotten toy that some child had left behind from a Halloween night gone past. Lyra was free to do what she willed, to go where she willed. Her purple shadow would follow her no longer.

Lyra stared down at the nega, now unconcious, something she had not intended but had resulted. All the while, she had no intentions of 'killing' the lieutenant as both of them seemed her capable to.

"I Dont have time to waste on you anymore, senshi. Run back to momma." She glared and RAN away from Hel and back into the fray, targeting the phoenix that was now tormenting the senshi. Grabbing something from the rubble, she sent it soaring towards the tanzoenix.

The light of the orb flickered into nothingness, and the twinkle of consciousness returned to Vulcan's eyes. She came back to herself with a gasp, but could not avoid the vicious onslaught of Alkaid's fists. Vulcan cried out when those knuckles made contact with her nose. Tears of pain prickled at her eyes. An uneasy breath hissed out from between her teeth, and it was a moment or two before she was right on her feet again.

She stood defensively, prepared to fight back, and--

…was distracted, like Alkaid, by the horrific sound of Tanzanite's scream as it it rent through the air. Dread made Vanessa's stomach drop. Her knees trembled, but only a little. There was so much power.

It had never felt so wrong to her before.

Vulcan's eyes widened to the size of saucers. A curious mixture of wonder and terror shone in those golden irises as the Great Youma dominated what was left of the battlefield. There was so much dark energy. So much beast.

Vulcan was impressed.

Alkaid was all but forgotten in the wake of this new threat, and Vulcan, resenting the fear that pooled in her heart, was gone. She shed her ill-footing boots, in favour of bare feet and speed. It was easier to move, without the shoes, and she leapt at Black Pheonix.-- attempted, a little bit frantically, to punch it.

Anywhere.

Albali

-- roll below---

'Her efforts to reach Albali before she struck her attack met in failure, it was frustrating, agonizing, a knife pain driving between his ribs as he moved, bruises on bruises and he at least hadn't punctured a lung after that last blow... He'd not just have been out he'd have been heading for the hospital, the need to present a bolder face to the Lieutenants and Captains not withstanding.

And that was hoping that the hospital would still be standing.

((Rolling for my last post)) - still trying to block Albali

Good, good. People were hitting the phoenix, especially that prince. Damn, that was a good hit. He jumped back as Chromite blocked him, glaring at her. Couldn't she just bug off?! Go away, pest! He growled and made a move to attack her when he heard a strange crackling. What was that? It sounded like.. "s**t!" He ran in the opposite direction he had been going to avoid being burned alive by purple fire. Unfortunately his hat didn't have the luxury of movement and was burnt to ash.

...Well damn! That was his favorite hat!

He was rather tempted to pick up someone and throw it at the phoenix. Maybe then he'd actually make a hit.

Could he throw a negaverse agent? Pretty please?

Themis knew only one thing... They had to get this thing down.

Now.

To say nothing of them... What kind of damage would it do to the city if it got out of here ?

He caught some of the rubble on the ground, and then flung it up, trying to hit the massive beast as it flew close to him.