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"An answer someday doesn't exactly help me now." Alistair said softly, pushing as hard as he could manage on Lance's chest. "Please just let me go," he swallowed, forcing back tears. "Do you realize how utterly unfair to me you're being?" Perhaps it was wrong of him to point it out so bluntly, but it would be just as wrong to continue to suffer through this. "I conveyed my feelings about as bluntly as possible, and you just... The hand-holding, and the hugging, and...Please, stop."

Kallichore gave a curt nod to Persephone, a senshi she had not met before. This super's question gave the eternal quite a bit of hope on the battlefield - Persephone was asking all the right questions in Kallichore's book. "Scans indicate there's so many Chaos signatures mixed in with stray youma... it's hard to tell how many officers are here total. I've seen a corrupted senshi or two, but most seem like Negaverse agents only. I've yet to see a Dark Mirror... this seems like it could be a Negaverse ploy... no Generals yet that I've seen. That gives us somewhat of an advantage..."

Then Sidouer had appeared and the sudden team seemed complete. "There has to be an exit but... I'd rather stay and take as many of the youma and officers out as I can... Did either of you see if civilians managed to make it out? God knows how many of them are in here..."

No generals? Hardly. Alexandre had done very well selling his merchandise and as the raffles started he moved to the backroom, under the guise of things coming to a end, or rather everyone being involved in that, and thus taking the time for a much needed break. Really what the blond had done was go to the back changing rooms where he'd powered up as the youma came swarming into the building.

With the power up a smirk settled across his features as the blond exited the backroom and took in the chaos of people running about. Oh how lovely this was turning out to be. Laughing he headed toward the front, to see to it that no one broke the glass of the front doors and escaped. He had every intention of people remaining in the building. Senshi and knights were ignored, for the moment, but that soon changed.

He could sense Bazzite was here and oh how he wanted to laugh! No doubt Bazzite was having fun at this event, and he was sure the other would fill up on starseeds. That smirk curled and morphed into a smile as he, at the same time as he was thinking this, spotted a certain senshi he knew - two of them no less. And with them was one he didn't know - this was going to be fun.

The course he'd set changed as he turned toward the three. Slate hued eyes running over the three female senshi as he came toward them. "How nice...I do hope you three are enjoying the convention. You are - right?" He asked, his tone cold and far too polite.

Moments ago, he fled from the presence of an Eternal senshi, but now he was more than willing to stick around to teach this young one a lesson. Falias was in his crosshairs and he had actually raised a curled hand to strike him down when Medea all but begged for him to stop. He flashed her a look as if to say 'how dare you' before he caught himself, and he forced a more compliant expression to grace his features, as he lowered his combative gesture. "Very well, but that means you'll have to come with me willingly."

He rose his hand again, though this time he was extended to the senshi of Enchantment, and while he could have grabbed her and pulled her along, he waited as patiently as he possibly could, keeping his warm but apprehensive crimson eyes set on her. Who knew when someone else would try to barge in? Would it be an ally of hers seeking to protect her, or one of his own demanding her blood? He wasn't willing to wait too long to find out.

"Come along, my dear. This is hardly a place for you."




There was nothing that was going to get in Vespa's way now. The Senshi of Wasps was preparing himself for his attack, knowing full well that he'd hurt himself in the process but growing desperate when he spotted Pasiphae aiming towards the door again. He had to stop them! None could escape!

But the powder he felt from Bazzite's attack worked wonders on his body, and it wasn't long before he went crashing down. This all seemed familiar to him, and yet he couldn't speak to express his surprise. Bazzite... totally just pulled a Mothra on him? That was cold...

She was being followed as she jumped back leading the others away from the door. It was in good hands as long as they could protect it. Still, just as she stole a glance that way, Phact felt the table give way under her and she was down. The fall didn’t hurt but the table just missing her head did scare her. The large guy was moving towards her faster than she liked so it was back on her feet and…

Smack.

It missed direct center but she still felt the little wasp hit hard on her liver. That was going to bruise. Not to mention she was not severely running out of breath…

”All of your hate? That’s a powerful emotion to try and control.” Phact breathed as she made sure to keep Mr. Strongman at a distance. ”I don’t want to see you consumed by it…” And that was the truth. Anger and hatred would kill someone if they let it win. Trying to hurt her or not, Phact did not want to see anyone end up a mindless being blindly following chaos. ”Please…”

But her words would fall on deaf ears as the man that sounded like a hoard of wasps flew off towards the eternal. Phact was but grateful and worried. But that all changed when she heard what was causing the sound. Her body worked before anything else. If Pasiphae has put up a shield, she didn’t want to know what the blue man would do.

For the first time, she was grateful for the strongman as she dove towards the overturned tables. Escaping the falling dust for now, Phact waited it out before poking her head over to find where the larger man was and what the affect the dust taken on everyone. When she finally did find them all, frozen in their movements, her eyes were in shock. Now that was cold.

Still, she took the chance and threw a piece of not dis-guarded merchandise towards the larger man. She wanted another chance at the door but Phact didn’t dare go near that pollen.


Phact: 18/40
Attack: 2+2 = 4 to Titan via boxed action figure
Doors: 2/3

Leda marveled at the strength displayed by her two allies, by the white and red senshi as well as Pasiphae, as they withstood the onslaught from the enemies. Youma, Negaverse agents... Leda knew she had to match them somehow, as a senshi herself. And for the civilians near her, who struggled to break the door.

She had to fix this somehow, as a means to amend her prior behavior as a senshi.

Mustering up her strength, Leda swung another kick at the door, but her heel caught in the lock temporarily and she stumbled to the ground. With a flustered groan, she regained her composure and dusted herself off soon afterward. "Um, a little help here?" She called to the surrounding individuals, hoping they might next try their hand at the door.

If someone didn't open it, then what chance did they have of surviving this slaughterhouse?

But even as her cries rose above the cacophony, she saw a monster alongside a blonde senshi assault Pasiphae, and another blonde officer go after the red and white senshi. No one was available to help her right now - in fact, they were the last bastion against her annihilation.

"I--" She could have said she did this for Falias--become a martyr, take the bullet. She could have given him a vendetta against Buddy, but then, that didn't seem fair to Buddy. A better Senshi would have fought to stay with the knight, and certainly would have attacked the captain on sight, but Medea curled under tables and wept and ate chocolate instead of patrol. She thanked women for breaking her arm and smiled at the pain, and she took Buddy's hand and drew into him. A better Senshi would have thought this a death sentence. "I'm sorry Falias."

She had to go.

"I'll see you later." She hoped he'd be okay. She was...bad. Friends didn't risk those who saved them to the youma and agents and forces of Chaos. They stayed behind and blocked the fangs and fists and died with them.

Not Medea. She had to go, but at least she had Buddy. Soft Buddy, good Buddy, who told her how to be okay. He wouldn't hurt her. He liked her, and people never hurt those they liked.

She took the chakram for him.