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Sailor Metis, Super Senshi of the Third Eye

For a tiny, tiny moment, she'd let herself believe maybe she was lucky and she'd lost him in all the commotion and crowd and whatever else was around. She worked further towards the group of senshi and knights, catching some conversation about helping someone--the Princess, she figured, based on logic and snippets--but the full extent was lost on her.

Particularly when she heard that damned voice. Turning back towards it, and the far too happy General that made her stomach churn, she gripped the somewhat heavy piece of crystal in her hands. It... it could make due for a blunt weapon, right? Just... just hit him a few times till he falls over and leave him be after so one of his comrades could pick him up and get him treated.

"I have no time for your games," she called to him (Tweedledumite), voice stern as she might use with a disobeying child. "Stop at once-- go back to your brother," she tried, thinking on the fly. She couldn't see his weapon. Now and then something moved in front of his aura, but exactly what, she couldn't fully make out--not unless she wanted to be closer, which was not in her game plan. Or well. Gripping the crystal in one hand, she began to circle him somewhat, trying to keep her distance while also hoping to maybe... maybe get some sort of hit on him. Knock him out... "Don't you want to go play with your brother..?"




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Carnotite, Lieutenant, Half Youma

To be fair. Carnotite was sort of used to the idea that most of the people she encountered in this war seemed to be a lot younger than her. The term "brat" was sort of... automatic at this point.

She'd had a small moment of victory, knocking him to the ground and somewhat straddling him in her attempts to keep him down. "I do what's necessary to win, little boy," she laughed, aiming a fist for the side of his head--just as the guy she was on rolled. Yelping, she threw her other arm out to catch herself, a painful motion as her body landed awkwardly on her arm.

High heeled boots kicked out and she screamed her frustration--and pain, if she was to be honest--hoping to make contact with his skin in the process. She had more electrical charges she could use... but she just had to make sure she got a good hit on him.



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Sailor Hati, Senshi of the Cú-Síth

"Fluffy princess," he grunted. "See if we can help the stronger ones out, get everyone the ******** outta here." At least. He'd figured that would be the plan. Till a figure in grey-green and silver hair got in his face. And got a boot cracking his knee. A half-strangled sound of pain welled up, and he managed to bring his arms up to defend his face just in time for the guy's fist (Bloodstone) to hit hard against Hati's forearms. The large senshi found himself brought to his knees--rather painfully, as he'd been damn sure he'd felt and heard something crack and pop in his knee when the guy made contact.

Still, Hati swung a fist towards the agent's gut, gritting his teeth as he tried to get his good leg under him to give himself some leverage back up. ******** Negas. He really was starting to hate them all.

Aegir, Super Senshi of Silence - With Thyrmr, Mont Blonc, and Mauvian Ash

Worn in spirit, Aegir lead his small team from within Metallia's Castle back onto the meandering path in the glimmering darkness of Negaspace. He knew where the portal was - there were streams of Order signatures heading for the location - but there were also scads of youma and more Officers between them and the portal. Here we go again...

Not only your standard fare, but another of those gut-wretching auras - like Apatite. "Stay close."

He needed have said it, really. Thyrmr was still holding onto his waist like a child wanting to be protected, and Monty was staying close enough that Aegir could feel their shoulders brush. Ash was behind the senshi, holding her ray gun in both hands, eyes wide and ears back; Monty could cover her if need be, and having Aegir in the front meant he'd take the brunt of any head-on attacks. Of which there were several, even in the space of time it took them to make their way near the largest knot of Order members.

Aegir's magic had only been called upon once, but by the time they hit the group, he'd used his basic attack twice to dust youma, along with Thyrmr casting, Ash firing her gun, and Monty throwing his weight around. The ash from their 'kills' coating the team's blood-splattered costumes, getting in their hair and stinging at eyes. At least it's just youma...

He could see many faces that he should have been able to recognize, but couldn't due to blood or ash or worse. The General Queen looked pissed - like, majorly so - and he wanted to keep his team as far away from that noise as humanly possible. They were getting out, so help him. Alive. Even if it killed him.

Cordoba // Sailor Elpis // Miss Kitty

Cordoba blinked, and clutched her disc as she watched Valhalla and then Gev, and Ganymede rush towards Laurelite and frowned, lookng nervous still before ducking a bit to avoid being seem.

It wasn't effective; Sailor Elpis ignored Ferris and stared at Cordoba with a disgruntled look, brow raising before she sighed.

"Well, Yolo." The senshi muttered. Miss Kitty idly glanced up from her perch as Cordoba stared, Elppis looking to Cordoba.

"You only live once. You know. Yolo. So let's do the thing."

"Are you-"
"Not joking lady." And Elpis yanked Cordoba to her feet, sauntering after Ganymede like this was nothing to mask her own fear of getting killed by biting more off then she could chew.

Except she kept seeing Kells dying.

She couldn't ignore the nightmares of that horrific future. Of what she dreamed of.

She couldn't shake her anger this time. She couldn't shake the bitter fury as the iage crossed her mind, over and over and over as she curled her lips into a snarl, murmuring the lyrics of a song under her breath. She breathed, and hissed. Her aunt and her uncle and brother and cousins needed her. And they needed her to help then win, her singing slowly rising in her throat.

"The streets are red, the lights are blue and blindin'.... There's no sign of the good doctor but the sirens wailin' whinin' tell us he'll be found...."

And she raised a hand. "...I can almost hear the Hounds."

And with that, Elpis snarled, hurtling her attack at Laurelite's feet. As long s she did something, she could plan in moton.

Cordoba, next to her, blinked, Miss Kitty jumping to the ground before pawing Cordoba, who groaned, and shook her head, moving to follow Babylon before hurling her disc for Witchite.

"This is tricky..."

Miss Kitty, by her feet, Miss Kitty rumbled smugly, darting in the direction of Babylon, fighting and scrabbling to perch on his shoulder, and settled with an evil glare.

"Excuse me but MY BABIES."

....Even the ones she just saw. HERS. HER BBIES and she growled at Witchite herself, claws kneading.

At least soeone tried.






SailorAlsafi

Alsafi groaned, following after Lacrimosa and Cybele, expression flat as she sighed, watching the chaos of the battle with a disgruntled look.

"Geez, is this always gonna happen when I loot someone? Cause I'm really having none of this. Nooooooone."

The senshi rubbed a temple, frowning as she sighed. Maybe she could try using magic to make a path?... Wait, wouldn't that kill nearly everyone, and should she worry?....Ah, the magic of the unnown.

"Hmmmmm."

[quot]Alsafi is open but her attack will be pain and terror.

Erebus, Squire of Saturn

He squeezed Venice's hand back in return while giving a nod. "Sounds like a plan to me." He said with a small smile as he returned the look. He then let go and looked to the bull that both Sabine and Venice pointed out. He saw the youma attacking Slievenamon get dusted by Sidouer, which he was thankful for, one less youma to attack their group while saving the other Knight from more wounds. However it wasn't long after that when the youma started to attack full force.

He braced his feet the best he could and swung with his oar when one got close to him and Venice. "Oh no you don't!" He said as he knocked it away. He wasn't going to use his magic on them, not sure how it would effect the youma and not having a lot of it left anyway.

Eternal Chaldene, by Phact's group. Open if anyone wants to grab him.

He was sore, so very sore, and beaten up. He was tapped low on magic and energy, a fact he knew. He'd used his eternal attack, whatever it was, twice and he knew he couldn't do it again - he just knew it. Fingers ran shakily through his hair, brushing the fringe of hair from his face.

He took a moment to glance over Phact's group, at the assembling members, and wondered just what he could do to help them. Was there anything he could do? He could be a human shield and not much else, he was sure if he got hit too hard by a youma or an officer he'd go down...Shaking his head to dispel the thoughts he let out a heavy breath of air.

Seeing a small, though no less dangerous, youma come toward him he lashed out with what strength he had and stomped on the slithering thing. Grinding his foot down onto it he watched it wither away and seem to die, if the damn things ever actually did die. Did it even matter if they died? There were so damn many it seemed...and they all seemed to be between them and their portal out of here. Could they do this? Would they all die here instead?

General Witchite, Nega Disposable

Oh he was good and that made her smile all the more as her hand jerked away. But she was as well. Witchite was not a knew General by any means and had years of practice in the field.

"If it means I get to see your life end as well I will be happy to die here." She had the nerve to stick her tongue out at him as she jerked her two swords back to form the staff going up to block his swing, spinning it as she did so. While it would ding off her weapon, she did get pushed back a touch.

Looking down a second, rather annoyed, Witchite sighed. "I guess I will have to try with you." And it returned to a smile as she pulled the swords apart again. This time she lashed out not at him but his lantern. She had heard glass and in her mind, it was time to break pretty!

Captain Jet

Jet might be the type to rush into battle without a second thought, but despite what it seemed, he didn’t really have a death wish. He just knew his duty to the Negaverse was important, and if he wasn’t fighting, then he wasn’t worth much! It was bad enough that he was already injured from when he’d been held hostage. In fact, he was pretty sure Aquamarine and Seraphinite were right in that he should probably still be resting. Just being up and about made him wheeze pathetically.

He probably didn’t look at all intimidating, brandishing his knife around. <******** both of you,” he growled, still refusing to give up either of his knives. “I didn’t make you do anything for me,” he hissed at Aquamarine, taking out his pain and frustration on him. And then Sera had to bring the cat with him!!

“Go take your ******** cat and ******** off,” he snapped, jerking his good shoulder away from Seraphinite before he could even touch him. Yes, he knew he was over-reacting. Yes, he knew these two people were probably the only two people who gave a s**t about him and he was just brushing them off. Yes, he knew he was pretty helpless on his own.

But he hated it.

It was bad enough that he was weak enough to be captured, but now people looked at him like he was a waste of time and energy. Or that’s what he thought.

Upon receiving the orders to destroy everyone, Jet turned away from the other two and hobbled off, seeing an Earth squire (Newgrange) just standing there. So Jet, with his arm in a cast, and his broken ribs, hobbled over to try and stab him.