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At this rate Hel had little clue what was going on, people were scattered all over the place, magical attacks, chunks of rubble flying in the air all while purple flames engulfed the area. One person stood out, a figure with wings calling down a storm of hail.

How the hell was she supposed to stop that!?

Only one option came to mind, closing her eyes she broke into a run tackling Castor as he called out his attack hoping to throw his aim far and wide.

What Castor would probably see was a young Senshi apparently leaping on him mid battle.

"Oh, hi." Was Themis' reaction to his beloved showing up. He hadn't noticed her at all. "We kind of have a problem, I think."

No s**t.

This was as far as he got before the wind flung him backward into a tree.

Birhan yelped as the phoenix launched it's own attack. 'Stop drop and roll' wasn't very useful advice when the youma seemed capable of setting everything on fire. She beat at her skin and outfit. Just what her skirt needed - more length singed off by flames.

She ducked around the others on the field as best she could, looking for the best shot at the giant phoenix. She could see people up on it's back and wondered how they got up there - that would be a great place to strike from. But sadly, it looked like only Nega agents were riding the youma.

Still, she liked the idea of attacking it's head. Taking aim, she grabbed for a random offensive power - Castor's ice all but leapt to the forefront, though her attack would only be a weak version of what the Prince )and when had that happened!?) could do.

"Departed Strike Renewal!"

He turned and saw her, late to the game of realization, late to see what had finally topped Tanz over the edge of her internal fight... but he saw her.
That was not her Uniform, that was not HER aura...but it was -her-.

The woman he'd left with a tiny owl in the hospital, her slap still hot on his cheek. His RAGE at the very... SENSHI who stood by her side having driven him far beyond anything he had ever done before... or ever wanted to do again... even now.

"Linarite..." His voice was hoarce... she didn't feel right...she felt like THEM. My god... they could undo what the Negaverse had given her, they could twist them up and spit them out like... like THAT.

"God no..." He whispered, the face of the woman who's guise he wore twisted into deep sorrow. "What...have they done to you..." His mentor, his Captain, his General... with him, that liar, that shallow b*****d who'd rather kill her or twist her than see the light.

If he made any sound at all, it was just his heart breaking. One more vital pillar of his world cracked, almost assuredly beyond repair.

Bellatrix had been maybe halfway to Themis when the wind made it almost impossible for her to walk closer, but she caught the 'ohai' and the look on her face was deadpan. Until she herself was knocked off her feet.

"Ya think?" She sighed a heavy sigh, "I might think the BMC is s**t and totally needs to rot in hell for what they did-" She didn't know yet that Maia was a member. Probably wouldn't have really changed her oppinion though, "-But let;s take care of this youma."

Because, like she was thinking before, what would it do after it got rid of the senshi present here?

And then Schee was gone, leaving poor Fluorite alone in the talons of the great youma.

At least she had stopped screaming and wailing, though she now looked down at the battlefield, and felt her chest tighten up. They were so high up...

But oddly, she wasn't scared. Somehow, she knew that when the beast would drop her, it would be deliberate. It would be in a way that wouldn't hurt her.

Maybe heights weren't that scary after all...

And then, she was released, But she didn't fall. No, something on her back kept her aloat, and she turned her head in confusion to watch the feathers there.

Wings.

Just like the one of the youma.

She turned in mid air to look at it flew away, and nodded her head. She knew what she had to do.

"A general? A...general turned into a youma?" This was serious. The gust of wind knocked the sailor back after speaking, taking her breath away momentarily, and causing a bit of her tail bow to catch on fire in the rampant flames burning nearby. This area was dangerous! Putting out her errantly smoldering buttbow, Perseus decided that it was time to stop playing around.

"Gianfar, be safe." She offered him a smiled and reached out her hand to briefly touch his shoulder before moving past him quickly. Picking difficultly through the flames and debris, Perseus finally made it to the remains of a building. After a few minutes of stumbling around in confusing, the scout found what she was looking for- a bit of safety ladder still clicking to the side of the brick. It didn't go up very far, but it was enough to give her a better shot. She climbed it carefully, wincing at the metal that was still hot from the burn.

Now to wait. The beast was still low enough to the ground to be almost close enough, so the girl decided to give it a try, even though the gap was still a little far for her attacks radius. "Illusion's Kiss!" Perseus blew an agry kiss in the direction of the youma, hoping to confuse it enough for a crash landing.

Alkaid didn't respond to the taunt, she didn't even move as Requiem launched forward at her. She steeled herself against the attack, reaching out by reflex and grabbing Requiem's leg to keep it from connecting with her own. Unfortunately, that meant she didn't have any hands left to block the punch coming at her face.

It connected, hard, and whipped Alkaid's face to the side. She felt it like a brick to the face and stars flashed across her vision not for the first time that night. There was no time to stand still and lick her wounds, though, and she turned back to look at Requiem as soon as she could, blood dribbling from one corner of her mouth where her cheek had been ripped open against her own teeth.

Her hands tightened around the leg she held and then wrenched it sideways, twisting it simultaneously. As she was doing that, she brought up a foot and kicked at Requiem's grounded leg, kicking at her ankle. Her goal was to simply get the senshi of burial face down on the ground beneath them, but her technique was not full proof - she wasn't a wrestler.