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[Chaos, hourly]

“She ran off confused,” Remarque clarified, eyes still scanning the room away from them. “She’s in a tight spot right now. She keeps letting the white moon pollute her decisions. She’ll come around,” he said, hardly sounding worried.

And then he locked eyes with Valhalla.

His lips pursed when he saw the Squire a good few yards away, and though he would not approach him here, he offered a slight nod of acknowledgement. He could always talk to the male later, after this whole thing had cleared down and he wasn’t expected to kill any knight that got in his way.

...And hope that Valhalla wasn't going to attack him like Acubens did.

He kept his gaze with the knight for a short while, trying to gauge how he felt about all this and observe how well the Squire was doing. Hell, he looked better than Remarque did, so he was sure Val was holding his own all right. before he turned to look at Requiem again. "She's talking about Acubens," he explained, in case she wondered who they were referring to. "If you know her."

ATh e a r t

Silent Spy

(Order hourly roll)

Little by little, Tsui had finally started to come around. First her sense of sound returned to her, followed by sight, and lastly touch. Smell and taste, however, were likely still numbed by the affects of the bomb, and with the amount of blood that dripped from her mouth and of the dead around her, maybe that was for the best. That didn't stop her from releasing the bile from her stomach, however, and she didn't mind the pain that came with vomiting. She least she was alive...

'Heh... idiots... they'll... they'll kill the runs that try to flee... but leave the ones willin' and able to fight alive?' Tsui thought, having no idea that there was a protective bubble around her as she continued to try and pick herself up. Her leg hurt from the explosion, but there was surprisingly little blood, and she was certain that she could walk it off, if need be. A thought it her, and it was enough to fill her rage back to the brim. 'No... they're just toying with us. They could end it, here... but they're not. They're toying with us.'

Zirconia was right. Damn that cat from a parallel world. She was right.

'Who cares... who's right and who's wrong. We'll sort that out later...' Tsui thought to herself, trying to rise to her feet but still finding it hard to stand. Now she did notice the protective shield that Pasiphae had placed around her, but it was a double edged sword. She had no idea if she could pass through it, and she did not want to take the chance. What if it was from the DMC, or the Negaverse? That'd just mean she'd have to wait it out; that'd mean she'd have to watch the fight take place around her and not be able to assist anyone. She'd be useless until it powered down...

She clenched her hands into a fist, and she knelt down. 'Not useless. Never useless. Merely plotting, planning... preparing for the next strike.'

She had enough energy for one more Tiger Fist Strike, and she knew that she'd have to make it count. All the while, the scheming that they had done before running through her mind, wondering if there was a way to at least try to initiate that scheme. All she would need is a DMC... there is always a way to win, she told herself.

The seconds were ticking by, and what little window that Sessrumnir had created was becoming smaller and smaller. Wolframite however was frantic. The noise was deafening, and he couldn't see through the darkness, the bright flashes of lightening, and the pouring rain. He knew there was a battle around him, but the effect was all consuming, and his panic only escalated from that point onward.

"Get away from me!" He cried out, though there was nothing he could see. However, he could feel the suffocating presence of many senshi around him, and yet he could not see them. He was standing out in the open.

His heart was racing, and he lashed out all around. Passing senshi and officers alike would be cut down without regard.

Wolframite had only one goal. To not fall into their hands.

On the contrary, dying was not on the top of her list of things to try out today. A part of Nyx started to mentally berate herself for ending up in this situation, but it was silenced harshly -- not by any romantic, self-sacrificing notions that she would find in her fantasy books. Kallichore was an eternal senshi, much stronger than herself. The senshi of madness was a proven fighter. She was simply a better asset to keep around... should it come to that.

Staying alive to fend off Benitoite and that nasty weapon of his was the immediate goal. Yes, it definitely worked better when she remained alive, as much as her previous injuries and gas-stained lungs protested. As if to punctuate the line of thought, she was caught in the side by the sharp metal edge of the blade. She had attempted to dodge, with only partial results: it left a bleeding gash in its wake, not deep enough for organs, but deep enough for a steady flow of blood. And, under these circumstances, her dodges were not going to get any better.

"Life is very precious to me, Negaverser. That's why I fight for the Order."

(Order Hourly Roll)

Camelot saw, over all the confusion in his own head and in the battles around him, many things he did not like. People dying, first and foremost, rattled him deeply. Chaos everywhere, slaughtering, fighting, all for a cause they were told to believe. In some cases, most cases, made to believe. A cause that was convoluted and twisted, warped in each mind and so tainted that there was nothing to be salvaged in this war.

They could not come to peace, not like this. Not from this.

But seeing all this chaos, Chaos, the Knight of Earth was reminded that it was also why he fought. Because he had to. Standing by and preaching peace would never accomplish it, though it would be the ideal. There had to be battles, blood shed, but there did not need to be killing.

He had to fight to stop it. To keep things from going that distance .To protect those that would be killed, to save the lives of any who needed him. He served the Earth, home to everyone in this battlefield, and he would defend his land and the right they all shared to live on it. Even if it made no sense, even if his enemies were his friends.

In this moment, he had to do what was needed.

He scanned the area and saw too many battles that looked like they might need his aid, but he also saw many people fighting valiantly. The pride that burst in his chest very sudden, but it fueled him in a way he had never felt before.

It was a strange way for them to all suddenly be united, in one terrible moment, but it was certainly an easy cause to rally to. Defend your life, and the lives of those around you. Chaos against Order. War was deceptively simple, and it broke down lines just as easily as it built them. These children were giving their all for not only themselves, but for each other, regardless of what side they were fighting for.

It was time for Camelot to remember what his purpose was.

He saw Benitoite nearby and headed over on instinct. Not revenge or anger this time, but a need to help the senshi he saw get cut by the General's weapon. He had his shield on his arm, the crystal hidden inside its emblem shimmering. The dragon was awake.

"And I will defend you!" he said, catching Nyx's words and moving to stand beside her, shield raised, eyes set.

order roll
She seemed to appear out of nowhere, or maybe Athene hadn’t been paying attention enough to realise that he had been targeted. Either way Painite was almost on top of him before he noticed her.

The dark-haired senshi got a glimpse of a browny-edge black and cog wheels, but that paled in front of the gleam of silver metal. His eyes widened. Sharp silver metal in the form of a spear head pointed at him. Worse, the aura that he was picking up from her was strong, stronger than him that was for sure.

She was too close to try using his attack, so instead Athene tried to stumble out of her way. His movements awkward as he tried to get out of the way of the spear. The very sharp spear.