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Sessrumnir of Jupiter

Sessrumnir was too close to the General to activate his magic. It was the drawback of being a knight, he figured. Had he stayed farther away, he might have been able to catch the General in his stormglass, but he couldn’t just let Metis and the other Jupiter page get caught up in all this.

There wasn’t enough time to back away before the General was ordering his youma to attack. Sessrumnir held up his arms to block as much of the attack as he could, but the sharp feathers cut easily through his tunic and across his unprotected arms. He let out a hiss of pain as he followed through trying to dodge the youma attack by kicking out at it, like one would when being attacked by a rabid dog.

As for the General, he was perfectly capable of trying to handle both him and the youma if it kept the other two safe. Thunder rumbled with his next step, his thumb brushing over his signet ring to tap into his planet’s magic.

The next punch he threw would hopefully connect and disorient the General even further, and Sessrumnir didn’t plan on letting up.

“You picked the wrong knight to fight,” Sessrumnir growled, his voice booming, exaggerated as if it were thunder itself.

Disposable Lt. Potatite

There was barely enough time to withdraw his knife from Mont Blonc's shoulder before he was knocked down by a kick from the Squire stumbling backwards..

"Ow Ow ow.." He muttered, gripping at his chest where he had accidentally landed on his own blade after that kick made contact, and as soon as he managed to steady himself once more, another kick came in contact with his chest, right in the cut he accidentally gave himself and he yelped in pain once again, this time actually managing to hit the floor.

"OW! W-who the hell are you calling a coward! You're the ones who came int our home all willy nilly!" Potatite griped tightly at his chest, having felt the cut rip open just a little bit further. Not quite enough to do any permanent damage, but it hurt! It hurt so bad!

"We weren't even bothering anyone! B-but then you guys show up and start attacking folks!" He tried to quickly scramble back to his feet once more, startled by the gun that was pointing at him. A gun...? It can't be real, could it? They wouldn't.. Would they?

Tear began to fill up on the edge of his eyes and he quickly searched the room for his dear, sweet Fudgelite, maybe he'd come to his rescue! Or.. No... More likely these bastards had tried to over take him, and he had to help! He had to!

"Just like you, I need to protect MY friends, so g-get out of my way, or I'll stab you next!" Potatite tried to hold his knife threatening, but his posture was all wrong.. There was a reason why this little Lieutenant was assigned kitchen duty..

Apatite screamed in rage, between her twisted bouts of crazed laughter. She was unrelenting to the attacks against her, though they seemed to be slowly wearing her down.

Though, her mind was falling faster than her body.

Her eyes flashed darkly and as Gevaudan tugged on her arm, she snapped her attention to him. "Tanzanite was half a woman at best, you little worm."

His teeth on her barely registered—and even if the affects of the magic from previous attacks were wearing off, she was still high on adrenaline.

Remus' attack to her leg had thrown her off balance; her body curved awkwardly to meet the blow and she had no time to dodge Antares' scorpion. Gevaudan was lucky Apatite had not seen it, or she would have used him as a shield. Instead, the same arm he was tugging on was suddenly flared with pins and needles—and popped.

Her face suddenly went blank; the overwhelming sensation of the magic had disoriented her, but amidst all the sounds of battle, she heard her arm pop out of socket before she felt it.

Understanding flickered through her mind immediately, and she froze, as if in peaceful contemplation.

And then shot her gaze to Gevaudan.

For a second, she dismissed her weapons, and then she curled her other hand into a fist and smashed it into his nose. Once. Twice. She aimed for his wrist, and elbow—anything to pry his grip from hers. "Break? Break? You think you can break me?" she seethed, eyes wide and feral. " You think I don't know pain? Do you know what I did to become General Queen?"

She pried her dislocated arm from his grip as harshly as she could, as if to show just how much she could take.

She punched again, this time aiming for his blood soaked clothes. She wasn't trying to kill him. She just wanted to hurt him.

But the battle was still raging around her. For as much as she wanted to take her time with him, he was not the only opponent. He was smaller than her, and her rank gifted her with unnatural strength. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hurled him with all her might at Sailor Antares.

And then she turned to Remus. "You like my legs?" she asked; for a second she almost seemed to limp from where he'd kicked her. "Let me give you a closer look." She drew her leg back and swung it through the air; she aimed for his temple. She hit something, though she had no time to check if it was her target—or even him.

Instead, she saw Alexandria.

The rest of the group had fled—she saw them running towards the stairs, but she paid them no mind. Metallia's room was locked with a great door, and even if they managed to reach it, they would find it locked.

She had time.

Let them try to pull the gates back.

Buy her the time she needed to make an example of this one.

Her lips curled in a vengeful grin and she moved, fast.

"Hey, cutie," she purred. One arm hung limply by her side; she hadn't even tried to roll it back into socket.

But she didn't need both arms for this.

She curled her hand into a fist and hit him. Again. Again.

She punched him until she had slammed him against the wall. Until there was blood on her hand, and his face, and the wall behind him. It was mechanical, like she wasn't even thinking about it. And then, suddenly, she stopped. She gripped him by the front of his outfit and turned to the group she had been fighting.

"You will all fall," she warned, and teleported back to the top of the stairs. She did not move so fast that they could not see her, now, but this was deliberate. This was a show. She seemed to still be clutching him by the front of his chest, but instead, she held him over the banister.

Her hand was in his chest, suddenly, and then violently she yanked it out. In her hand, his starseed.

She looked at it with hungry eyes, and then peered over the railing to watch his body fall to the ground below. Slowly, she drew the starseed to her lips, and licked it. A shiver ran down her spine and she seemed to be debating.

Her skin rippled, though. For a second, it looked like scales tried to coat her skin, and she shuddered.

Apatite gripped the starseed firmly and climbed onto the railing, searching for the man's fallen body before she hurled the starseed across the battle field.

It didn’t matter where it landed. She didn't care. Her chakrams were back in her hand and she threw one, first, towards the group running down the stairs towards Metallia's domain. She wielded the other in her good arm, and teleported back into the fray once more.

Disposable Lt. Librite - Dead

Librite grinned when her attack not only it, but managed to draw blood. But it disappeared quickly when the chain wrapped around her hand. She only had a moment to tug fruitlessly at it before the shield slammed into her head, denting her skull, snapping her neck, and dropping her lifelessly to the ground. Her bookend clattered to the ground again, and this time she couldn't reach for it.

Reapettite | General of the Negaverse

The raven youma, its decayed form sensing death, changed course in the midst of its flight to land on the body of the fallen agent. Across the field, others of their rank - lieutenants, captains, generals - lay dead. Their blood was on the hands of the Order.

The general was used to death. The woman held a grim scythe as her weapon. It was her domain, after all.

But that didn't mean Reapettite was completely immune to the emotions that governed the grim reality of battle and the fate of its adherents.

The youma alighted on the woman's shoulder as her eyes flashed in the direction of the evolving battle. A fight was being waged on the staircase leading to the upper quarters. Her opponent had used the opportunity to strike at the General-Queen and she would not be forgiven for it.

The youma waited until the shield made contact before attacking, pecking at the transcendent knight's eyes, while she was vulnerable and without her sacred weapon.

General Reapettite teleported in an instant to the site of the battle and held her scythe before Apatite.

"All of you against just one General-Queen of the Negaverse. I didn't know the White Moon was so pathetic. Now who is not playing fair."

The scythe began to emit a sickly glow as its blade was raised in the dying light of the night.

"Let's level the playing field, shall we?"

If Ganymede hadn't looked over her shoulder to make sure Apatite was being sufficiently distracted, she wouldn't have seen what happened to Alexandria, which meant she wouldn't have come to a stop on her way to whatever stairs led down, which meant she could be well on her way to figuring out where Metallia was.

But she did look over her shoulder, and she immediately skidded to a stop.

“Oh, God damn it.”

She whipped around to try and figure out in what direction his starseed had been thrown, thankful all the while that Apatite hadn't decided to crush it. Or pump it full of Chaos. All they had to do was find the starseed and put it back where it belonged. It happened all the time. They were probably all pretty well versed in such things by now. And considering how many people there were in the castle at the moment, she figured it wouldn't be too hard to find.

Of course, a Negaverse agent might find it first and decide to finish what Apatite started, but Ganymede was trying to think positive.

It wasn't easy.

“s**t,” she said, dodging the chakram that was thrown their way.

Apatite was getting more and more deranged, and it didn't seem as if pulling her arm out of joint was enough to stop her from her pair of chakrams. Ganymede now suspected breaking an arm wouldn't serve them any better, since Apatite was likely operating under so much adrenaline the pain of it would hardly faze her.

Ganymede stumbled a bit as she began making her way away from the stairs and over to Alexandria's motionless form. Her shoes really were beautiful, but often impractical despite being surprisingly (and probably magically) comfortable for something made out of glass.

Wait...

Glass.

“Oh,” she said. “Ooohhhhh.”

She was suddenly struck with another idea, and even though she didn't have any clue if it would actually work or be in any way helpful, she figured anything was worth trying once at this point.

Ganymede crouched down and took off her glass shoes one by one. She struck each against the floor until the heels broke off, leaving her with two nice, sharp, and jagged edges. Enough of the soles and toes remained to wrap her hands around without cutting herself in the process.

She straightened up on bare feet and prepared herself to strike, aware all the while that she was probably putting herself in extreme danger.

“Don't follow too close,” she warmed Valhalla. The last thing she wanted was for him to get too close to one of Apatite's chakrams again.

Ganymede, on the other hand, had every intention of getting too close. She moved in without a second thought. She held back long enough to try and determine the best angle. Apatite was no longer focusing solely on their group, but endangering everyone around them. Ganymede didn't want to get in the way of anyone's attempt to either dodge or attack.

When she found an opening, Ganymede sprang toward Apatite from the side, raising one of her arms back for momentum, and thrusting forward with her broken glass shoe aimed right for Apatite's neck.

Sailor Remus, Senshi of Regolith


He'd made her stumble; which, in all actuality, was actually pretty damn cool. Remus let out a whoop of satisfaction, hopping backwards as he watched her grab ahold of the shorty knight (not that he could say anything, considering his own less than ideal height, Remus barely topping out at five foot foot himself) and throw him sideways into someone else.

He let out another low whistle, giving a shake of his head.

"Dude. That is still pretty badass even if you are one crazy chick."

The general queen's eyes were like splinters of ice, her voice wafting towards him. Remus had a split second to realize that she had turned her attention back to him, and then, before he could (cheekily) answer her question, her leg swung up hard. The heel of her foot connected with Remus's head and stars exploded in his line of vision, pain ricocheting across his spine as his head snapped back, his teeth cracking together.

Staggering, gasping, Remus went down like a sack of potatoes onto the floor. Spitting out a mouthful of blood from where he'd bitten his tongue, he stumbled to his feet, swaying unsteadily, dizziness rising fast and furious in him.

"Holy ******** s**t - " He wheezed out, coughing. "That was seriously not cool, man."

He dodged a chakram only by sheer force of luck and dived for her legs again, a massive and nauseating bruise beginning to form on the side of his head, blood sliding down his temple from his hairline.




Super Sailor Thrymr, Senshi of the Southern Lights


In retrospect, having his hair loose and free was a bad idea. The waist-length, white strands provided a terrible - and easy - target for enemies, and right now, Thrymr was suffering as a result of it, his eyes still watering from the pain, his body twisting awkwardly to try and free himself from the captain's grasp.

He let out a little whimper as the grip tightened - but it seemed his elbow maneuver had worked, the resulting gust of a gasp behind him and the subsequent loosening of fingers in his hair making Thrymr dive forward. He shifted, pivoted, and felt the captain's fist graze his face, his jaw throbbing from the impact.

"Get away!" Thrymr yelled, and lifted his foot, aiming to place it flat against the man's stomach and kick him backwards. "Leave us be!"

And he saw, just behind the captain, the beautifully familiar face of his captain diving forward.

"Aegir!"

Gevaudan Knight of Ganymeade


His eye went wide, glaring green heat back at the General Queen for dare cursing out Tanzanite's ability like that. Apatite had not lead like Tanzanite head lead, had not been there as much as she had, and despite being a high ranking officer, the top of the brass, he knew where she ranked among the other General Queen.

The popping had been satisfying, but even he knew what a break felt like under his grip compared to a dislocation, and he hadn't seen the reward of a broken bone jutting awkwardly against skin. Not good enough.

But he didn't have time before a fist came pummeling into his face, sending his head bounding back as he held her before she threw him off, beating him in the face again and again until he stumbled back. The hit to his side had him curling down, shaking to his knees before she picked him up.

Not good.

And then he felt himself thrown. He expected to hit a hard wall, but instead felt his body snap against another body and sent over it and down. Rolling on the ground beside Antares, he gasped and breathed deep, bleeding lips and gums dripping between sweat that rolled off his face onto the smooth, Negaverse stone floor. The purple blurred and danced around his limited vision and his eyepatch fell off to the side.

Curling up, he staggered, gripping the ground as he crawled before he pushed against the wall and up to his feet once more. Holding himself there, he pressed his brow to breath deep gulps of air as pain shot about his body , trying to buckle every bone and muscle it could to stop him – but he didn't.

Turning, he watched as the General Queen went off to fight again, and he moved, slowly, against the wall, and towards the stairs. The others could be the distraction, and he moved against the stone railing, his side dripping blood as he leaned against the stairs and stared to slowly descend.

There was little time left. They had a limit. His body had a limit. His power had a limit.

He had come for a reason after all, and if he died, he at least wanted to make it there.

Ganymeade shot past him, moving off to fight, and he grinned for a moment before he cringed as his side clawed at him again. Curling one hand about himself, he pressed his hand to the open gash before he started to take the stairs down. He only paused once to look at the body that was thrown below, and giving it just a glance, stepped over it and continued down.

It was at the bottom that he looked out to the two officers, to the large chamber before Metallia's large, massive doors.

There they were, IT's chamber, and before it on either side were the statures.

Pushing off the stairs he was using as support, he staggered and swayed as he moved, and with each step, he felt that rolling giddiness. His eyes looked at the statues that stood silent on either side. Ones that once held him tight to remind him of consequences. Of stepping out of line.

The Traitor's Field.

His shoulders should as he laughed, one green eye starting to swell from the punches to his face and the other eye – pure black. Not even purification could change that color.

"What the hell are some piss-ants like you going to do to me?" He barked at the two officers, voice echoing into the large chamber and up into the large ceiling above. He could hear the fighting from up the stairs down to them, but ignored it. "Do you even KNOW what you are guarding? Do you even know where you are?! Who I am?"

He continued to laugh. "THIS..!" He said, raising both arms up, his sleeves cut and bloodied. "…THIS IS A PLACE FOR TRAITORS! FOR ME!" He laughed before he dropped his arms down, eyes looking about him as if to really take in the majesty of such a room. A room still so fresh in his memories. Even those changes didn't take those. Thank Earth for that.

He moved closer now, and the slow stagger started to move into a walk, to a gait, and to a full run. "METALLIA! STOP BEING A COWARD AND OPEN THAT GOD DAMN DOOR!" He called out, racing to the officers. He knew IT was the only one that could do it, and he hoped it was cocky enough to do it.

"And YOU TWO - GET OUT OF MY DAMN WAY!" And he threw a kick out to Lt. Tourmaline.