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This was all so strange! And… ineffective. They were all dancing about the queen with their fancy super-human attacks, and nothing was really happening at all, save for some tiny cut on the woman’s cheek. That was… not really going to make her stuff this attack. If anything, it was only going to piss her off more. Which, really, proved true as the air around them suddenly got colder, snow whipping up around them.

Oh God, he was going to die- he hadn’t even accomplished anything in his life and he was going to die. Than again, perhaps becoming a human ice sculpture was something to call an accomplishment, even if he wouldn’t be the only one to do it.

Shivering, he took a moment to zip up his jacket, letting the leather help insolate him from the cold. Good thing he had decided to wear the thick coat and a scarf, today, as otherwise he probably would have had to flee from the fight in the face of such a terrible turn in the weather. As it stood, he was too invested now. There was no backing down because of a little cold when he had something to protect him from it. Poor Dogby, though, was obviously cold in the sidebag.

When the woman came to join them, the boy took to surveying the battle at hand. Didn’t look like they would be able to do much about a cold dog right now, though, as the queen hardly looked ready to give in. Looking back at Alexis and Tony, Randy couldn't fight the frown that played over his pale face- why was it okay to put him in danger, but not the chick? That Tony: he was such a gentleman.

If only Randy hadn't been born with a p***s.

“Oh, great idea!” the younger man yelped in spite of his thoughts, picking up a bit of dislodged earth himself, “least she gave us more to throw, eh?” He hurled the debris at the queen, hoping it would do more than just bounce off. So far, it seemed they really weren’t the most useful of the fighters there.

But they got point for sticking in it, didn’t they?

The sight of blue caught Castor off guard. Merope had been hit and the senshi of hail let his mind get distracted for a moment. He didn't have time to check. Still he had something he could send the Princess's way.
Another hail storm. A smaller fragmented one, but this time, more focused on her face
.
Ice b***h.

Hit and run, hit and run. Bellatrix's tactic might have been more effective if her hands weren't numb - practically frozen from the cold around her, and the biting cold of the fender peice she had been using as a weapon. She realized she had to let go of it before she herself was hurt., Frost bite would not have been pretty.

Bell once more took to observing, circling behind the crowd. Her blue eyes were serious, calculating. She'd become that way ever since her spiritual struggles with her power sphere. At least, when it came to fighting.

This time, Bell tried to attack the ice princess from behind, releasing her stronger super level attack. Maybe paralysis would at least shut the b***h up.

"I'll be home for christmas
You can count on me..."

The soft sound of snow crunching softly beneath a pair of boots could be heard the entire length of the alley, no other sounds to muffle it. This part of town was inexplicably abandoned, very few people meandering the main street, and those that did moved quickly, their head turned downward against the icy wind. The figure in the alleyway, however, moved slow despite the biting cold, her footsteps steady and constant. Every once in a while a gust of wind would hit the entrance to the alley just right, the wind tugging carelessly at locks of strawberry red hair, at the edges of her periwinkle blue skirt. Still, there was little response from the girl, even as the snowflakes gathered on her lashes, tossed up by the unusual flurries that had begun to pick up.

"Please have snow and mistletoe
and presents on the tree..."

Rea paused at the entrance of the alleyway, blue-green eyes lifting to the hurricane of snow visible even above the tall city buildings, eyebrows furrowing, bringing just a bit of thoughtful concern to what had been an emotionless palette. Free of the walls which had muffled the tempest, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of the fight which raged on, carried by the wind, disconcerting to the Senshi of Dreams. Fights were not uncommon in Destiny City -- in fact, they were more common here than in any other city in the world, although for what reason she had not determined not gotten the chance to ask the whimsical entity who had introduced himself as Kurma. And while it did not surprise her in the least that the negaverse might unleash an attack on christmas, there was something... unnerving about it all. For one, the sounds were too loud for the distance with which she was from the fight. While senshi attacks could be loud, they usually did not span half the city. That could mean one of two things: there were many senshi fighting, or an exceptionally powerful one. One that rivaled Chronos in power.

Sliding her fingers deeper into the pocket of her winter jacket, the Marshall girl subconsciously thought back to the snowglobe still resting on her desk, the hauntingly sweet song imprinted forever in her mind. The flutter of Helios' presence touched her mind, the gentlest touch of feathers.

'It is not the lady.'

Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, Rea's first thought was of Chibi.

"Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams..."

Unhindered by any passers-by, Pegasus transformed mid-run, an iridescent light and downy feathers masking her, dissipating as she kicked off the snow-covered concrete. She was already panting fast, heart beating fast and hard as she ran, although not from such little exertion -- there was a sense of foreboding, a sense of guilt that tried to bring tears to her eyes, despite how she fought it back. Hadn't this been what she'd promised not to do again? Not to disappear? Not to vanish when she was needed? Falling into a half-crouch, she leaped to the back of a bench, pushing off it to reach the roof of one of the lower buildings, her heals clicking against the concrete as she ran. The rational part of her brain told her to stay calm, but the other part could not help but conjure up nightmarish visions of being too late, of her team and Chibi.

Not even pausing for half a second, she leaped from rooftop to rooftop, until she had finally reached the scene, kicking off the edge towards the battle.

"I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams."

"Dream Concussion!"

Castor's words were fuel on an already raging fire, and Tanzanite's temper flared accordingly. While strong and resourceful, Tanzanite's temper had always been her weakness, and baiting her was as easy as could be. The suggestions were vulgar and the reaction they provoked was visceral. Bile rose in her throat, burnt her esophagus and caused her to clench her jaw just to swallow it back down. The very thought of being intimate with the loathsome senshi, paired with the mental image of him with her bluenette friend, was enough to make Tanzanite sick. The darkness in her eyes thickened with every word, until the sclera closest to the sentient arm was a pool of black in which her grey iris floated.

She knew that he was an eternal senshi now, and that the outlook was grim for an overzealous Captain. However, what Tanzanite lacked in magical ability she seemed to think she could make up for in pure, concentrated loathing. She held out her human hand, every muscle tense as she took a defensive stance and crooked an index finger.

“Let's end this, Castor,” she growled, a touch of the youma's voice seeping into her own. She kept her defensive position, waiting as the eternal senshi barreled towards her. Her legs itched to move forward, to meet him in the middle with full force, but the fighter in her knew better. Castor was stronger, he was faster, and his hail attack could have potentially ripped holes in the arm that served as both her weapon and her personal youma. It was something she couldn't risk, not if she hoped to end their feud that night.

With Kaguya's rage came a new wave of cold, the kind that chilled the angry Negaverser to her very core, but that didn't seem to keep the irate Captain from hunching over as Castor ran close, shoulder aimed for his stomach, putting all of her strength into trying to heave him up and over that shoulder. She was aiming to use his own momentum against him, to launch one ice b***h into the other, and send Castor at Kaguya like a living projectile.

This wasn't working. Nothing they did was working. As much as Chromite hurt, and she was hurting a lot now, it was clear that the more they threw sticks and stones and fire and broken bottles at the horror before them, nothing worked. It had felt like all was going to be completely lost, and though Kaguya's cheek had split it was pretty obvious that nothing the throng of usually opposing teens had done was the reason.

So she'd sat the last onslaught out and watched. There was still no difference. Except that it kept getting colder and colder... At this rate they were all going to freeze.

So she had done the only thing the tiny Lieutenant knew how to do- She sketched ideas in the snow. It wasn't really to show anyone else, as the continuing storm kept blowing her "plans" away but it helped her to think. Her fingers were numb, the places that still had icicles sticking out of her had gone completely numb, and her brain was starting to slow down. But that's when the lightbulb went off one last time.

Escaping the crowd wasn't easy, but once she broke free Chromite found the closest high spot she could and climbed atop. She was lucky enough, just this once, that debris and chunks of hail and ice had managed to land in the area surrounding her. So lifting the largest pieces of ice and concrete that she could handle she started to launch them like grenades at the Ice Witch's minions.

"LISTEN UP!" She didn't have much in the way of physical presence but Chromite had grown up with strong lungs and she prayed they'd help her out. Though how anyone could hear her with the howling of the winds ... Well, she wondered if this wasn't completely futile.

"We're already working together- Why don't we start coordinating these attacks and TAKE THIS b***h DOWN."

It was clear from her viewpoint that some senshi had already gotten the right idea, but one or two small groups wasn't going to do much. Wasn't doing much at all. Why couldn't the Negaverse thought of that first? It was their Queen's planet in danger of being frozen over- Shouldn't they have banded together like a proper family and military to take the pretender down?