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-Hugbell's bit of information had been filed away in her mind before she left, more then a little weary of someone who could take on the extremely powerful senshi. Once she returned it would probably be the purple haired lady that her eyes watched most cautiously.

What a darling! On better occassions Polaris might have gushed over the adorably polite introduction, but now was not the time nor place, and she was simply happy the child hadn't gone running away.-

"I'm Super Sailor Polaris, guiding star from the north" -Her introduction was a little rushed, but nonetheless pleasant as she spoke, adding the little bit of flair that she usually saved for negascum. She was hoping it might sound impressive, and that that might help her now.

Knealing down, until the edges of her braids dipped into the water, she pointed back the best she could at the direction she'd came. Hopefully the path was still clear enough for the girl to see and get her back safely.- "They're back over there. Hugbell is probably around your age. Her and her teddy bear are keeping the priestess company. Maybe you saw the priestess earlier when she came in on the pretty horse?" -That had been hard to miss.

Sure she could just grab the little girl and toss her over her shoulder and run. But she'd learned long ago with her brothers that sugar worked better than salt, and as long as she didn't have to, she wouldn't try to rush the child. Her fingers were fidgeting a little on those long boots. The sound of nearby scream meant that maybe she should be in a little more of a hurry.-

When Mica had walked into the “inner sanctum,” she had noticed the Golden Crystal, but hadn’t gone for it. Instead, she had fallen into what was becoming a pattern of sorts for her: circling the action, looking for the weak, then going in for the kill.

Well, metaphorically. Mica had killed her shared of thugs, druggies, and other street scum, but she had yet to actually kill a Senshi. At least, not as far as she knew. She had injured her fair share, and had Hephaistos from Quail-Eye’s Field, but this was a dream world. Such victories were not as fulfilling as they’d surely be in the real world.

Eventually Mica had spotted a tired Senshi and had leapt into the fray, raining several blows down upon the nameless girl. Caught unaware, the Senshi would’ve probably fallen to Mica if Mica hadn’t been caught by some stray attack and knocked away. Winded, Mica was trying to catch her breath as quickly as possible when he appeared.

Endymion, Prince of Earth; former Prince, anyway. He had appeared in all his glory to urge on the Senshi. He had even gone so far as to call the Senshi the “Soldiers and Protectors of Earth”! What a love-blind traitorous fool! He, the so-called Prince of Earth, had handed over the planet on a golden platter. Mica could rarely claim to be angry, but yes, Mica could now honestly say that she felt anger. Perhaps the loss of the Earth Kingdom had not been such a great loss after all, if it had been comprised of the likes of Endymion.

Seething and feeling urge to punch something, Mica lashed out at the nearest Senshi.

Hugbell smiled as Polaris bought another chibi senshi towards her. She looked in awe at the fact there was another actual chibi senshi.

"Hi" Chibi Hugbell said softly as she was keeping an eye on Helios and her teddy bear but also on the other Chibi senshi. She was slightly busy hoping Barnaby wouldn't shrink too soon.

As Boreas left him be, Wolframite breathed out, gaining his composure and his warmth back before he turned about. Something had called the senshi away and it wasn't fear. His eyes went to see as senshi and Nega alike were forming near the pedestal but not to have another go at the crystal. There seemed to be a great commotion, and as he started to rush near to aid his fellow Negas, he heard Tanzanite bellow above them all. It wasn't something he expected to hear, and he was trying to get up to speed. What was most strange was a man dressed in military garbs and a cape who seemed to be Tanzanite's sole adversary as she yelled and went against him. However, all the senshi were attacking her back, and he raced faster through the water to get to her side. Whatever was causing her to yell, to cause her to speak with such pain, he would not let her get killed.

As he approached, he summoned his weapon and went after the closest senshi to attack Tanzanite, wanting to protect her as she seemed to deal with the stranger in her grasp. A stranger that, as Wolfarmite looked up, took him by alarm. Did he not just see this same man in a mirror? Was he just not told by the General-Queen about this very man? Was this a dream – more than Elysion was? A ghost?

The anger from the woman strangling the prince said that whatever the case, she would end him. Personally, as much as Wolframite had always wanted to meet a prince, to be a knight, he was not opposed to it.

"Boreas, I'll be fine!" Chronos called back. She would not die. No, not when she saw an arrow whizzing past them and lodging itself on Endymion's shoulder. The Princess had lunged backwards after Chibimoon, enveloping her in her arms behind Juno and Euterpe. So intent she was in helping to protect her cousin that she didn't notice as the purple General charged forward, even as Flora and other Senshi's attacks hit her. The Senshi of Spring's expression remained grim; it was not the time for feeling victorious even as the pollen cloud had produced an effect. It seemed to happen all in a blur, as she could only turn in time to watch something lashing out from the General's monstrous arm to grasp the Prince of the Earth.

"No!" She could not watch him die. Would not watch him die. Not in front of Chibimoon. She would not let her cousin down, let her cousin know that she had done nothing to stop her Prince from getting hurt. I've already lost Eon. Cousin Serenity cannot lose Endymion! Grasping the tiara from her forehead, she tossed the weapon towards the thing that held Endymion's throat; "Equinox Tiara Magic!" If this did not work, she would have to resort to desperate measures... even if she wasn't sure how well would the Opal Crystal would listen.

Flora continued to stay by Hugbell and Helios, giving the other young senshi escorted by Polaris a tiny smile. "She hurt Castor?" The Senshi of Spring's eyes widened upon hearing that very information. Right, now she was very sure she was not at all guilty in watching the General get affected by her attack. The slight triumph didn't last, however, as she spotted a fellow teammate, Lyra, upon the battlefield. Flora lifted a hand to wave; perhaps her friend would join them in protecting Helios, only to freeze as her eyes took in the swift motion of the Senshi stabbing a Lieutenant's throat.

Her breath seemed to leave her and she glanced down at Helios, wondering if she too, had seen it. Hopefully not... Helios had enough on her mind already. "P-please." She stammered out, voice trembling slightly, forcing herself to calm down as she gazed at the two Chibi Senshi and Polaris. "Please protect Helios. Promise me you'll take care of her, okay? I need to see to a friend in need; I'll be back as soon as I can." She directed the last part of her sentence to Helios, managing what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

"Lyra!" Flora yelled as she dashed off into her teammate's direction. Whatever had possessed her to kill, Flora did not know, but it was evident that she was traumatized over what she had just done. For some reason, the image of watching Ares kill Immaturite flashed in her mind, and she remembered that she had told herself that she didn't think that she would be able to do something so... dire. Her mind attempted to justify Lyra's actions, to help soothe her teammate. However, when she neared the other and tried to speak, she realized that her voice had faltered and left her, not knowing what to say. Instead, Flora placed an arm around Lyra, taking her shoulders and attempted to maneuver her away from the corpse.

Tanzanite did not want words.

What words could this man say that wold make what he had done forgivable? No apology could bring back the ones they'd lost, the things they'd sacrificed. An apology was going to bring back Wolframite's eye or her arm. It wasn't going to bring the boy at her feet back to life. Endymion's betrayal was of such severity that the General could not have seen sense if Queen Beryl herself had been trying to talk it into her.

“The wrong what?” Tanzanite snarled as she reeled the man in like a hooked fish, his neck hitting her black, scaled palm with a dull thud. Black claws closed around his throat as she pulled him close, her forehead almost touching his as she hissed each word, “Would you like to show me what other man is responsible for the Earth Kingdom's destruction? What other Prince betrayed his planet and his subjects? Point me in his direction, Prince of Earth, and I will trade his life for yours.”

The mouth set into the center of her palm opened, teeth pressing to his neck as though ready to bite a hole through throat. It might have, had Chronos' tiara not hit the thing at the crook of the elbow. It cut through Tanzanite's arm like a knife through butter, and the General stumbled back with a scream of pain. She hit the water with a splash, gripping the stump of her elbow as the black blood clouded the pool.

The black hand still gripped Endymion's throat, but Tanzanite was no longer attached to it.

It had not escaped Birhan's notice that Ares was not making any move to defend the newly arrived prince. She wasn't all that surprised - Ares was the leader of the BMC, who had decided firmly against following anyone just because of blood. And what was this prince to them, if not simply someone of royal blood - untried, untested, unknown. The BMC would be after information, and some of that information would be whether or not this prince could handle himself. (Privately, Birhan also wondered if Ares might resent that fact that this Earth's prince was here, when Ares' own prince of Earth was long gone. Not that Ares would ever let private feeling cloud her judgement, of course!)

Not everyone felt the same way, of course. Others leapt to the prince's defense. Not the least of whom was the Princess Chronos.

Birhan gaped as Tanzanite's arm was severed by Chronos' flying discus of light. There was a strong sense of unreality to the scene. Unstoppable, deadly, General Tanzanite. Whose monstrous youma arm had just been sliced off as neatly as a laser through marshmallow. Something like that... so easily... to the woman who had so badly hurt Ares.

More self-aware than others might think, Birhan knew her greatest weaknesses. She had a fiery temper. She didn't think things through. She was downright reckless. And she was insanely loyal, once her heart was opened. For Ares, for revenge, Birhan disregarded the fact that Tanzanite was still the most dangerous Negaverse agent on the battlefield. Birhan charged.

She saw no one else. If there were obstructions in her path to Tanzanite, Birhan didn't notice or care. Everything else was a blur, only Tanzanite in super-sharp adrenaline-fueled focus, lying in the pool of water and bleeding out black.

Closing in, Birhan executed an axe kick down at the unarmoured skin exposed by Tanzanite's cut-off arm.