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"These rats keep coming, don't they? I honestly don't know why this rabble is even allowed to exist. Rainbow freak, do yourself a favor and learn to properly pronounce the English language. I won't allow myself to speak to a mentally impaired baboon."

Esperite was through dealing with these senshi. Teddy felt it was high time the Negaverse put them in their proper place: the gutter. He wasn't sick of trying to wade through their ridiculously underhanded attacks. Whispering once again to Mica.

"When you are ready, just go! I'll follow suite!"

However, their assault was cut short. Iris' Rainbow Slicer kept him from going very far. While he was lucky enough to dodge most of the attack, the edges caught him across both arms and left small droplets of blood to run down his long gloves. He hoped his fellow lieutenant could hold her own against Metis, at least for now. Unfortunately, his daggers weren't going to do the trick here and he was left with little choice, but to try and knock Iris down by force. With a quick hurtle, he made it to her position. Thrusting both palms towards her stomach, Esperite tried to knock her down for an advantage. However, he didn't realize they were still on the edge of hill. So as the lt. pushed the eternal senshi, he sent both of them tumbling down the hillside, Esperite going head first.

Scheelite felt his knee shatter and knew it was done. That voice in his mind could scream at him to fight all it wanted, but he felt all the weight, injuries, and pain of this battle hit him at the same time as that sickening crunch and knew it was over.

The officer crumpled to a sobbing, screaming heap right where he had previously stood. No, he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon, and moving off the field of battle was damn near impossible without outside help. Still acid eyes searched, both to be sure that Bellatrix wasn't coming after him again, but also to try and seek out Zinkenite somewhere in the madness and be sure he was okay.

His head swam once more and he quickly had to end his search and instead squeeze his eyes shut as he tried to stop making so much damn noise. It certainly wouldn't do to alert everyone around to his current condition, but with how much it <******** hurt it was damn near impossible. Hell, this was worse than his ribs, it even ranked up there with the earlier searing pain of being dragged down into the Negaverse!


((Scheelite's out, incapable of getting back into battle or really getting himself out of there. Unfortunately I'm going to bed and have work most of tomorrow, but if anyone else is skipping out and wants to help him lulz be my guest))

A smile crossed the senshi of winter's face for the first time since the Negaverse's attack began. Thus far, the battle had been hell. He couldn't properly protect his princess in the midst of the chaos around him and he was unable to fight an easier opponent. His spirit would have been broken if he did not count the little victories. Namely the priceless look on Uranophane's face as Blizzard Blast landed. Yup, that was one for the photo album.

"Hahaha, now that is truly the best part of my day so far!"

With all these small victories, Boreas forgot about the momentary weakness he would suffer once he used Blizzard Blast again. Unable to block her kick, he fell to the ground, still feeling the drawbacks from his magical attack. He wanted to lay there, but he was forced to keep going. He wasn't going to let them win. He wouldn't!

Tired of repeatedly falling and getting back up, he tried her own move against her. using his boots, he tried to make a strong kick with both feet at her stomach. No need wasting the energy trying to get back up he thought.

Castor cursed as she was lost to him. The arm was broken but his foolish decision to look away had cost him. Damn that b***h! She was gone, and all he was left with was a chunk of feash. flicking his hand in disgust, the senshi of hail caught sight of someone he considered an old freind. "Alkaid." A sadness welling in his gut. Another one fallen. Another one he'd know, now apart of the darkness. That voice reasoned she had had fallen. He couldn't save her. She was beyond saving. But...that tiny flicker of hope was still inside of him, buried under all that anger and hate, under all that loathing for the negaverse. Could he really bring himself to kill a corrupted senshi? Could he drive himself that far, to kill someone he'd once called friend? The girl he'd nicked named 'stripes' out of affection?

he couldn't. Her face was as he remembered. Corrupted or not, she was still Stripes. She was still Alkaid in his mind.

She was still 'Stripes'.
And behind her, was Tanzanite.
"Sorry 'Stripes', we can dance another day okay?" He was running towards Tanzanite. "I've already got a date with this b***h!" Castor was balls to the walls. His magic was all but spent, as well as his body. The last bit of ice from his fist was sharp and still un-melted. A perfect, if temporary, dagger to slash at the amazon with.

Apatite was absolutely, without a doubt, soaked to her very bones. That stupid senshi used one of their crystals-- their crystals-- and took what was rightfully hers out of her sight. Stomping her feet in anger, Apatite stomped over to where her first chakram lay wedged in the dirt, and quickly brushed the trickle of blood on to her uniform after retrieving it.

Her other Chakram was in a tree. Wrenching it free, Apatite took a look around for another target. Someone who did not have a stupid sticky wave that they could call out of nowhere.

Falling back to her tactical rock, Apatite noticed the veil thrown in the air. She quite appreciated the theatrics!

Keeping low, Apatite ran through the fights and over to Virgo, who was locked in concentration.

"Whoops! Seems like somebody forgot their friends,"Apatite sang.

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Space beer was an acquired taste that one acquired in a taste; Nova was no party girl, so her acquired tastes were closer to fancy coffees and tea rather than of an alcoholic persuasion (this would be of deep concern for the boy in her lap).

"Don't you mention boats to me Krummah-- I did not want to be part of the twin orgy, but ohhhh no. We had made it all the way out to the river styx! How could we not imbue. Actually, speaking of that, why do I ever drink what you offer me," Cosmos mused with a frown.

And they were suddenly hit by the wave, and all of a sudden they were back in the river Styx again. Or the river sticky--

"Is this kool aid?" Cosmos asked, and took another swig of Space Beer.

Almost like it was a snake charmer's cobra, after the Rainbow had struck, it seemed to coil itself back slightly, the very edge of it remaining up as if it were preparing for another strike. The charmer itself was grinning. "Like hell I'd listen t'someone who dresses like an ugly paisley necktie!"

One eye winked at Esperite as she added "That's payback fer yer lil' toys."

Maybe it hadn't been wisest gesture, since that split second that she spent winking had been a half second that the Lieutenant used to his advantage. She felt open palms shove against her stomach, effectively pushing some of the air out against her will. However, she wasn't about to let this be as easy as he wanted. With her free hand, she attempted to grab Esperite by the shirt.

"METIS, KICK 'ER a**!!!!" With that, Iris was fell backwards as Esperite fell head first. Her back collided with the ground, feeling the shock of the rough landing echoing through her spine slightly. Fortunately, her hand which had been controlling the Slicer was still tightly gripped into a fist, with the rainbow itself still seeming to loom out in the open (if not a bit more limp than before).

The wave came unannounced in the shouting and yelling that drowned out all else. His head was thundering, and he felt faint with the struggle to remained focus, and the desire to escape. He didn't want to see this, and yet his eyes remained on the fallen body resting in the grass. The rest was back noise, and while he had such a strong conviction to kill Castor, even that took a step to the side as he watched. There was just the faintest of a breeze that brushed the flaps of the dead lieutenant's uniform, and again, Wolframite reminded himself he did not know his name. He was nameless, among the many nameless, and come days from now, his family and friends would wonder and think he died in some sad, pathetic way. Kidnapped maybe – as if he was a helpless victim and not a strong member of the Negaverse fighting for freedom and justice. Then maybe he was mugged and killed – but in some pathetic, traditional way, and not injured in the field of battle for Earth, and then killed by…

His head swam, and to match it, a sudden wave washed over him. It broke his focus, and he was left stunned, coughing (he shouldn't have been gawking with his mouth open), and shaking water off of his uniform. Whatever just happened, they needed to put the damn back up.

As he reminded himself he was in the middle of battle, and looked over to see Castor charge Tanzanite, his thoughts were interrupted by a very strong reminder as to why you never let your guard down on the field of battle. A heel collided with his head, and he was throw to the ground, rolling over and hitting a puddle of sugary water. Blinking back lights from his eye, he looked up to see the senshi in question. A girl, lank, with a white fuku, burning red hair, and a transparent pink skirt and cape. Not someone he fought before, but he was in desperate need to escape. Better yet, it could have been this very senshi who cut up the poor Lieutenant's body open. Who knew?!

He reached out, and his weapon was summoned to him. "BAD…." HE growled, pushing up. "…MOVE!" He shouted, not at all wanting to address the issue that was crushing upon him. She didn't. She hadn't. She couldn't have – and WHY?!!

He didn't dare look at Tanzanite, and while he wished she would be safe, even desired to back her up, he………he didn't know if he could look at her.

He gripped his weapon. He had practiced. With the Negaverse and on patrol. He tested these blades on senshi. If she thought his one eye was going to give her an advantage, she was dead wrong. He was loyal to his cause and was skilled with his weapon. He'd tear the world to shreds. He'd rather make up for the blood currently spilling from the Lieutenant with the one he'd spill with this senshi.

She had to die.

He raised his chain and spun it, spinning in place before gripping the chain and sending it out straight for her. She was close. Had been close enough to hit him, and he wanted to pierce her right through. A nice hole. A hole to make up for the other hole bleeding out on the ground.

Don't think about it, Wolfy.

Don't look at it.

Don't look at him.

Don't look at her.

She was disappointed as she was all but dismissed and, honestly, she would have been content for the moment with holding off any further attacks and letting Tanzanite handle this familiar stranger all on her own - after all, she seemed healed now. Unfortunately, as she was standing there with that contemplative look on her face, watching as Castor passed her by while uttering some nickname she couldn't remember - she felt something smack sharply against her leggings right over her a**.

Then she saw Castor's hand draw away from the frills of her skirt and a look of complete outrage passed over her face even before the memories came flooding back one over the other. That brief instant when she was jolted by unbidden memories of training and not really training was all Castor had to get away, and maybe it was enough.

As soon as those thoughts fell back into place in her splotchy memory, however, Alkaid was raising a hand and pointing it at Castor's back. "My name is not stripes you pervert!" Well, she clearly remembered him now and it didn't seem as though she was particularly happy to have that set of memories in place right at that moment.

"I don't think so, you jerk," she hissed under her breath, bolting after the racing Senshi even though he was already halfway to the General. It seemed all thought of tactics and surprise had been forgotten - he had just slapped her a** again and in the middle of a freaking war no less!