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She didn't have enough time to react. The threatening finger shot forward, but Castor's attack made it miss it's mark. It scraped across Nemesis' neck and buried itself in the trunk of the tree, all three of the claws tearing away from her with a painful shriek as Castor's fist collided with it. The icy blow peeled back a chunk of flesh, and the bones beneath gave a sickening crack. Tanzanite threw her body away from him, rolling to the side and crouching low, cradling the injured appendage close.

There was a wide, fist-sized chunk missing from the Arm that did not seem to be healing, showing the pale grey bone beneath. More importantly, it showed the crack in it. While it had not fully broken, the fracture looked severe. Castor had turned away for only a moment, but a moment was all she needed. The Arm was howling in fury, and the whiplike tongue was suddenly back in action. It shot out like a projectile, seeking out Alkaid where she wrestled with Saiph a short distance down the hill.

“Alkaid!” Tanzanite snapped the name, “Get over here!” And then the tongue was reeling itself in like a fishing line, pulling the Corrupted Senshi back over. It would release her a few feet away, unable to summon the strength to continue. Unable to do much more than to allow the growls to fade into low whines of pain. “Distract him.”

Then... Castor said the worst thing he possibly could have.

I ******** you-

It was all it took to tip the already outraged General from angry to.. well, ******** psychotic. The dark skin crawled over her flesh, vanishing into her hairline and twisting the right side of her mouth up into and ugly snarl that exposed sharp teeth covered in her own black blood. Nearby, a fresh Lieutenant was trying to hold in his vital organs, groaning in agony as he tried to hold close the wound that stretched from groin to sternum. He was done for, she knew, but his face seemed to light up as she closed the space between them with a single step. He looked up at her with wide, thankful eyes, for surely she was here to save him.

And so she was, but giving his death more meaning than he would ever know.

The last sight he would ever see was the mouth of that monstrous arm coming down upon his chest, slicing through flesh and bone as it devoured everything that stood between it and his heart. And when it reached it? It would devour that, too, pulling in chunks of flesh and bone and a fresh, black starseed. Where Castor's fist had made a hole, chunks of pale, creamy flesh filled in like a grotesque Band-Aid, fading to a dull grey.

“I am yours, Senshi of Hail,” she snarled, her own voice almost lost in that of the youma, “Now come and get me.”

Atlas cringed horribly as he saw Orion take the full brunt of his attack, stuck at that unpleasant point between wanting to look away and not being able to. "S-Sorry!" he called out, albeit a bit belatedly, at his teammate. "Hey, have you seen Merope anywhere? We lost him..."

The art of battle had been completely lost on Sailor Rosalind for the longest amount of time, but after so long, the auburn-haired scout found fighting to be not as strenuous as it once was. Helios had been a rightful witch, telling the soldiers (which she had once been a part of!) to leave Elysion. Did she think that just because she had a hair color that was to die for that she could treat the protectors of justice like trash? Whatever, a battle had begun, and Rosalind was not going to be caught off guard.

Looking around, the Soldier of Wealth noticed a particularly wimpy-looking Lieutenant. He'd be her target. She took somewhat of a sucker-kick approach, dashing towards the wimp with a leg extended. High-jump kick initiated, her golden heel dug into the stomach of the nameless agent, but unfortunately, he wasn't as weak as he looked. Grabbing her leg, the boy swung Rosalind around like an Olympic sport and thrust her over the scene of the battle with little effort.

When she came to, Rosalind just happened to notice Chaonis laying into a girl like nobody's business. Why did these things always happen to her? Although the woman was an evil agent of the Negaverse, a man beating upon a woman was not a very nice trait. "Chaonis," she called out, picking herself up and trouncing over towards him, "stop it! She's a woman!! I know you don't have manners and all that, but that's not right." She wanted to pull him back, but didn't want to get caught up in the scruff.

One moment Alkaid was fighting with Saiph and the next, something had grabbed her by the ankle and hauled her across the battlefield. As she was dropped unceremoniously on the ground, she stumbled and fell to one knee in an attempt to keep her balance. She only had seconds before a clear order reached her ears and her face went from startled to stony - her eyes set on a senshi that looked all at once familiar and alien to her.

As she saw Tanzanite get up to do.. something she didn't want to watch, Alkaid shifted in a wide circle until she could place herself between the icy, bloody senshi and her general. She had only her combat skills to defend Tanzanite in her weakened state, but she could hope that they were enough to fend off the eternal for just a small amount of time.

"You look familiar," she said slowly, tilting her head up to stare at the outraged face across from her. The crack across her chest was obvious, framed by the neckline of her shirt. If he was familiar, then she knew him, and maybe if she knew him it might stall him just a moment longer - a moment that Tanzanite could need.

She hadn't even seen the senshi of decay crumpled beneath the tree yet.

Chaonis found himself suddenly pulled from the fight with Richterite, mostly by a jerk reaction to a voice as much as feeling someone tugging at the back of his clothes. He knew that chiding anywhere, and he absolutely could not believe she was yelling at him for hitting someone on the bad guys' team.

He looked at her in stupid silence for a moment, then, raging, threw his arms in the air and turned around to face her, trying not to take his eyes off the Nega's near them.

"Are you stupid or actually a double agent?! She's a bad guy. We beat bad guys! How is that complicated to you?!"

He turned his attention back to the nega who had stopped him before, wondering why everyone was being so damn noble in the middle of all this chaos. Seriously. He didn't have time to burn, wanting to fight as much as he could before his attack dispelled, so he charged at the nega again, fist pulled back, aiming for his face.

Painite finally got to her feet, wobbling, and looked to see the two senshi squabbling. Mr. Saddles was nearby on the floor with her, and she hurried to recover it before lunging at the girl. She didn't hear Rosalind defending her, or just the idea that men shouldn't hit women. She was just thinking that she did not want to fight the guy who had punched her senses out of her, and hoped that the female senshi might be a bit more her speed. Hopefully Richterite would be able to handle the other one.

She slammed into Rosalind, pausing to wonder about all the layers of skirts the senshi seemed to be wearing. How could she fight in those? Hopefully not well. She swung Mr. Saddles on instinct, as hard as she could, though the plush end was automatically on the outside.

Jenny had been hiding, fear freezing her from the moment the Negaverse had arrived. The feeling of pure evil was overwhelming, the bloodshed and violence forcing the Senshi of Forgiveness into a small ball of lace and silk, sobbing quietly into her own gloved hands.

It was only when she caught sight of a familiar face, the Negaverse agent she had seen so long ago, did Sailor Calypso finally muster up the courage to move. It wasn't fair, what they were doing! Couldn't they see that the Priestess was just one woman? Couldn't they see that she couldn't fight the both of them? As Obsidian landed, Calypso went running, the words leaving her mouth in one rushed breath.

“Forgive and Forget!” She said, her tiny five foot nothing frame lunging in an attempt to collide with the red-headed monster, hugging him around the waist.

"Stop this!" She pleaded with him, certain she could make him understand, "Why are you doing this? Why?!"

Jenny was all but crying, tears brimming in her wide blue eyes as she tried to beat tiny fists against him.

((Calypso's Attack: This is a mental attack which takes the “fire” out of her opponent for roughly a minute. This attack works by confusing the opponent, causing them to feel a sense of mercy towards Sailor Calypso. For a few minutes, they can't recall why they're fighting her, and all aggression towards her fades. ))

It was the change in temperature that caught his attention, and he perked up, trying his best to look over the heads and flinging limbs of the sea of senshi and Negaversers to see it. A pure wing maybe, or just the faintest pale blue. Even a cocky grin somewhere in the crowd. Like a dog sniffing a fox out, Wolframite turned his direction and weaved through projectile weapons and different waves of magic. He didn't assist. Whoever was fighting could take care of their own battle. He had one of his own he was after, and he wasn't about to miss out on the claim to take out a vital chunk of the cocky SOB he knew as Castor.

The crunch of hail told him he had arrived, and at what a scene, and what a scene it was. Linarite and a rather puffy senshi was riding the poor General and pulling out her hair. HER HAIR! It was a real girl fight, and he expected to have seen more…magic thrown about. Either way, it was proving affective in pissing the blue-haired woman off. As for Tanzanite, she was squaring off with Castor. CASTOR! The boy gripped his attention and would have kept it if it wasn't for what Tanzanite did next.

She moved away, but only to come to a bleeding Lieutenant. The poor guy brought memories of the gore and brutality he had witnessed when team Tra-La was savagely ripped apart by Wiseman, and he knew that the organs being held in were vital. Whatever senshi had done it, he wished he had seen to take vengeance. Once again, it was another Lieutenant he did not know. Not his civilian name, or his Negaverse name. The poor officer was suffering, and he wondered if Tanzanite would direct him off the battleground until the fight was over and maybe Lieutenant Mica could see to him.

She did not.

What transpired next made his eyes grow wide and his mouth gape. Tanzanite….had killed an officer on their side. Not just that – she DEVOURED him alive. His hands rose up to close his ears as he slowly stepped back. It wasn't happening. Not her. He had only respect and admiration for the woman, and he had only just grown comfortable with her Arm as a device that served a necessary purpose for good and to fight. IT was her weapon, but it wasn't oen that should have been used on them. On any officer. And she did so, without so much as frowning, and turned back to face Castor as her body mended.

But his eyes weren't' on them anymore. Her eyes were on the fallen officer, his chest cavity a open hole, resting on the ground, blood and unwanted organs pooling out.

He stepped back.

And stepped back again.

She….she didn’t do that.

She couldn’t have.

Virgo had lost the Princess--where was the Princess--she'd been running towards the Sanctuary and now Virgo couldn't find her. How the hell could the Zodiac Captain lose her Princess? The rest of the Zodiacs had vanished in the pandemonium too, and she could only hope that they were doing well and unharmed.

For now, there were other things to handle. She crossed her fingers in the hope that Taurus indeed was protecting the Princess, and then gathered her veil in one hand and tossed it high over her head.

"Virgo Exquisite Refraction," she incanted, focusing very clearly on three fighters.

((For the next two minutes game-wise, Leopard's Eye, Helios and Chibimoon are immune to any type of attack! At the end of two minutes, all injuries they take will refract back onto the person who caused them.))