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He'd be sore when this was all over, he knew it, there was no way to escape it. he'd been thrown down onto some stairs. he knew his body was in pain but the adrenaline rush was covering up the pain he should be feeling. He knew it was each step was shaky and his hands he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out and still. If it wasn't for the rush of adrenaline surging through him he knew h wouldn't be walking, shaky was it was, due to the pain. He figured when it was over he'd be laid up. For now though...for now he'd push himself and suffer it later.

Nothing was broken, at least not that he could feel, no limbs missing and so continue on he would. Down the stairs as he kept his side pressed to the wall his green eyes tracked the Ganymede knight. He was injured, bleeding and beaten up, he would need to be bandaged up and such when this was over. He didn't think he could take a beating like that, he could only figure time, determination, and having been in the Negaverse himself had made him so tough.

Shaking his head a bit he followed. It was as they reached the hallway that he moved toward the knights side, before the others pace picked up speed. There were people blocking that door....damn it. The knight was running right at them. Time to handle one of them at least.

Raising both his hands he brought them together in a sort of 'gun' like formation and blew across what would be the muzzle as he called out his attack. "Chaldene Wisp's Secret." He had been aiming for the General, hoping to take him out of commission for a few moments as it might buy the knight time to handle the Lieutenant and clear the way for them.

Attack:

Captain Jet

The brother card was a cheap shot, but it worked. Jet suddenly stopped in his tracks, tensing and clenching his jaw shut, his hand gripped tightly to his knife.

Aquamarine had no right to bring his brother up like this. Of course Sorin wouldn’t have wanted him to risk his life, but he was also a Captain and should at least understand why he was doing this.

“I’m not useless,” he growled lowly, mostly to himself. He didn’t turn to look at Aquamarine, but instead staring out at the fight in front of him. He’d been one of the officers captured. He had to prove himself. It was his pride that had been hurt more than any broken bone.

He hated that he felt like he was useless. He felt shame and anger at himself. Part of him wondered if it would have been better if he’d died then, because at least then he wouldn’t have to know if he was a disappointment or not.

Belmontite- Disposable general what up

The crack of a whip resounded in the air as it sliced through stone, a thick spiked chain retracting into it's metal holding.
The general's armor clattered as he walked, large frame making him appear more a suit of living armor than a man. He'd been busy tending to some youma when he'd gotten the call and well- youma didn't particularly enjoy being abandoned when being fed. A starseed glittered in his hand before he pocketed it. The general didn't look altogether disturbed by what he saw.

More, he simply looked exasperated at what as going on; stepping over a dead body he drew his weapon up- only to send it down upon a nameless officer who was close to death already. The whip sliced through them and they screamed as blood poured onto the floor. The screaming reached it's high point before Belmontite reached in their chest ripping out their starseed and devouring it.
Power surged through him, and he looked towards those aiming to take down one slightly disabled general queen.

He said nothing, eyes narrowing at the sight of knights and senshi seeking to defile their halls further/

Whip once more drawn out, it was not sent flying towards dying comrads so they might be put out of their misery and be made useful in their final moments- it was sent towards a knight who would dare to touch the general queen.
Defilement deserved no mercy.

That was a surprise, that she was allowing the magic to pass over him. But how could he not be? He wanted what he had, fairly often, with Aiden. Time just spent curled up somewhere. So slice of life and normal and yet something which meant a lot to him, something he held close and dear to him. It was what he'd been hoping to indulge in tonight at some point, once his paperwork was done. The General, deadly as he was, also was something of a fairly normal person outside of the war. He shopped for groceries, went to college, worked, and spent time with his other half. He spent time with the few friends he had and for him it was the normal comfort things that he indulged in and enjoyed and got emotional over. Traditions and the like were things which he held onto and enjoyed.

Being allowed the time to let the magic pass was appreciated, and he nodded once to her, once it passed though he was moving back into a fighting stance. He was defiantly going to see Aiden tonight - screw patrolling once this was over. He was calling Aiden and bringing the other over for a later, super late, dinner and time spent together. He didn't think he would need to do any patrolling tonight anyway, after this who would be out?

"How interesting - that magic." At least it wasn't like Ganymede's. "Time to continue this fight then - ready?" He asked the blue and silver clad senshi.

Delphi had been busy, focused, on the General Queen and had missed the General and the incoming attack. Being focused on the general Queen was a safe thing, something which had to be done, and while she missed the incoming attack she would later still think it was the better option to have put all her focus on the more powerful person on the battle field - the insane General Queen. The woman was batshit, or so she seemed anyway, and as Delphi had been going to try and attack her she found herself being sent across the room as something slammed into her.

As she landed on the ground, several feet from the general Queen, she lifted her head slowly and coughed a few times. What had hit her? As she regained her focus, and spots stopped dancing in her vision, she found the answer - lovely, a General. Summoning her weapon she held it tight, expecting them to move in on her and attack her while she was down, and struggling to roll and get onto her feet. Coughing more as she worked to compose herself.

Apatite had more than enough to be distracting her, but nothing had totally overwhelmed her—yet. She had suffered some significant damage but it had done little to slow her down.

Had Bifrost not screamed, Apatite might never known she was coming—and she might never have been able to grab the Knight by the neck before she could do any real damage. She gripped the girl's neck tightly, nails digging into flesh.

Apatite had seemed comfortable handling the swarm of people around her, but was pleased to have Reapettite come to her aid--and to see Belmontite attack Delphi. Weapons like those deserved to be shown off.

Besides, Apatite had more pressing things to deal with.

Like getting stabbed.

Ganymede's glass shoe had been unprecedented; though Apatite had been aware of the oncoming attack, she barely managed to dodge it. She had Remus to thank for that; when he dived for her legs, she had to stumble to stay upright; Ganymede's glass stabbed right into her back, only inches away from anything vital.

But just because she hadn't hit anything vital didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Apatite turned suddenly and glowered at Ganymede. "You stupid b***h. Did you just stab me? Oh my god! I'm going to tear off that pretty face of yours."

Her eyes snapped back to Bifrost, as if she were trying to decide what to do with her. Choking her windpipe was entertaining, but Apatite only had one good arm. She didn’t try to move the dislocated limb, and Bifrost should count her blessings. If Apatite had been willing, she would have gutted her on the spot. Instead, with a feral roar, she lifted Bifrost as high as she could and slammed her into the ground below. The tiles splintered and cracked beneath the Knight, and Apatite stood quickly. She stepped over her, burning eyes only Ganymede.

And the Knight who had called to her.

"Hey, doll," she said, stalking towards the Princess. "Your man?"

She deliberately nodded in his direction; a chakram appeared in her hand.

"You want I gut him first, or do you want the honor? Because, sweetheart, red really is your color."

She seemed like she was lunging towards the Senshi for a front on attack and then teleported, at the last second.

Apatite appeared behind her and swung her blade at Ganymede's back, trying to hack off her wings.

She had no time to worry about the starseed she'd thrown—it glistened against the far wall, already long forgotten. It was a miracle no one had stepped on it as the battle raged around them.

Apatite wasn't even worried about the group headed towards Metallia; there were agents down there, and she had little faith that the group could even open the massive doors. But she'd like to see them try.

After she'd painted the floor with Ganymede's blood.

Ochre, Negaverse Super Senshi

Spectating offered him little advantage. As Ochre watched, he found that the battle only grew to enormous proportions, and everyone engaged where they could. The Negaverse stood valiantly against the White Moon, but he felt shaken, and wondered if the rest of his peers felt the same. Apatite herself fought back as best she could against the princess who assailed her, and flew into a frenzy as she tried to beat them out into Negaspace. Ochre considered targeting the princess, but a senshi launched herself at him with such fervor that she nearly bowled him over.

When Ochre struggled to his feet, he had to fight to prevent his hair from wrapping about himself. The girl looked petite, even smaller than him, so when he charged her in retribution he expected her to falter. Instead, she engaged him head-on and almost thwarted him in his assault. Going toe to toe with the girl taught him nigh immediately that he had little experience with martial arts and she sported significant experience - he knew that, if he continued to fight her without using magic, he may well lose.

On Negaverse terrain, no less.

The fight, however, encountered an abrupt end when one of his fellow Negaverse agents stabbed her from behind in a lethal shot. A blade burst from her chest, startling Ochre and nearly spearing him as well, before it was removed to leave the girl dead. Soon her body slumped to the ground, her henshin faded, and Ochre was faced with the body of a normal schoolgirl.

He sniffed. Blood threatened to drip from his nose once more.

“Thanks for the save,” he offered meekly as he turned to wipe his nose on his sleeve.