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Sailor Duhr, Senshi of Tornadoes

His hand connected with the side of her face, knuckles forcing themselves into the softness of her cheek. The force of the throw sent her staggering backwards, her face stinging from the impact.

"Not nice to be hittin' on girls, y'know." Her breath was labored for a moment, regaining her footing as a wild grin spread across her face.

Remus had run off to fight the crazy looking pink-haired woman - Duhr glanced in his direction for a moment before wiping the side of her mouth, bits of spit and the coppery taste of blood lingering. There were more than enough folks workin' on Pinkie over there and if she were to send any more twisters, they'd be in this guy's direction.

But the only thing she sent in his direction was herself - all six feet of blonde curls, lace and frills launching itself in the General's directions, fists flailing here and there.





(Disposable) Lieutenant Peachikite

The General Queen! The General Queen was out and fighting and it was amazing and terrifying all rolled up into one anxiety-riddled ball!

She knew she needed to get into the fight, now. If the almighty Apatite noticed she wasn't participating, that she wasn't defending the glory and honor of the Negaverse....

....well, she didn't really want to think about what would happen, if she figured it out.

Gripping the beads tightly in between her hands, she approached the nearest senshi, distracted by the attacking pink-haired Queen. Reaching over, she closed the string of beads around the scout's neck and pulled back - tightly - doing her best to choke her sole victim.

Hopefully the beads wouldn't break - or she might be in a world of trouble.

Sailor Ferris

Ferris jumped when attacked, before clenching fists, trying to not freak out still before turning on Huntite, huffing as she scowled sharply before moving to swing a fist, hissin.

General Labyrinthite - Guarding the door with Tourmaline

The general looked at his lieutenant, a dark, manic, grin slipping across his mouth visible beneath the shadow of his hood. "Do not worry Tourmaline," he said in a low, raspy voice. "Let them come, they will not get past us." He spoke with conviction and absolute certainty. The door would not open easily and those that could make it through the throngs of agents would be battered and worn before the pair was even reached..

Besides, Labyrinthite lived for combat.

"Engage with discretion, leave the knights and eternals to me." His orders were similar to when he'd released her to rescue captives. She'd been under him long enough that she would have a decent chance against a super or squire, if only because of their magical strength boosts. Labyrinthite was thorough in his training exercises.

Gevaudan stalked up to them, screaming insults and demanding to know if they knew who he was. The poorly constructed insult didn't warrant a reaction from the tall, imposing man nor did the continued incoherent rambling. He only reacted when the knight broke into a run and threw a kick to his lieutenant.

Luck was on his side it seems because a senshi came up behind the knight and threw magic his way, but his concentration and sudden shift in position allowed for him to avoid the attack.

Anger rippled across his expression, visible in the narrowing of his bright eyes and downward quirk of his mouth, when he put himself between Tourmaline and the knight. His hand shot out to catch the foot.

"No," he snarled, pushing back against the offending limb with all of his strength. "Whoever you are is inconsequential. What you are is a coward and you shall not pass."

Princess Ganymede

Ganymede had never flown before. She'd always had a sneaking suspicion that she could, but she hadn't bothered to try it because she hadn't really had the need for it before.

She was unprepared for the gust of wind, so she almost lost her balance and teetered to the side. Had she not, Apatite might have made a direct hit. Instead, the chakram grazed her, taking off a small chuck of the top of one of her wings, but failing to hack either of them off. Apatite got a little shower of silvery feathers for her efforts.

Ganymede heard Sess's shout loud and clear. With some effort, she managed to use the gust of wind to her advantage, lifting herself above the General Queen. It wasn't far, but it was enough to create some distance, and Ganymede turned to look down at the General Queen who'd only just been behind her.

She tested out her wings for a moment, and even though she didn't think straight up flying was going to be possible, she could at least hover there for a while.

“You were saying?” Ganymede asked the General Queen. She still had a broken shoe in each hand. The edge of one of them was coated in Apatite's blood.

“What, you can dish it out but you can't take it? Getting stabbed too much for you? I didn't realize you General Queens were so delicate. Laurelite never really gave that impression. Then again, she can go a little wild, too, can't she? Is crazy a common trait among General Queens? Is that how you earn your rank? Just go completely batshit and, what? Does Metallia give you the power? Funny that she'd waste it on someone like you, who hasn't even managed to kill anyone yet.”

It was dangerous, what she was doing. Goading the mad General Queen. Apatite had already pulled Alexandria's starseed. She'd just finished slamming a Knight into the ground. And she'd threatened to attack Valhalla, who was more or less defenseless. Ganymede didn't doubt Apatite would do it, but she also knew Val was fast enough to dodge. Besides, he was strong enough to punch this b***h's lights out if he needed to, it was just a matter of whether or not the normally peaceful Knight could make himself do it.

“Val,” she called to her husband. “Keep on your toes. Use this.” She tossed her unbloodied shoe at him so he at least had some sort of a weapon to defend himself with. She was confident that he would catch it, given his baseball reflexes. She just wasn't entirely confident that he would use it the way she intended for it to be used.

“And you,” she called down to the Senshi who'd gone for Apatite's legs (Remus). “Sorry, I don't know your name. If you go for the legs again, try disabling a kneecap. Or find something sharp to stab her with if you can. You could go for the eyes. Or use your fingers for that if you know how.”

Apatite's eyes narrowed dangerously—but then, she smiled. It didn't matter how well Ganymede had thrown the glass, or how well Valhalla might have caught it.

She could teleport.

And for all the taunting, it only seemed to focus Apatite's attention on the battle. Except for the howl of Sessrumnir's summons. She had teleported just before the gust reached her, but the howl had been loud enough that she felt a sharp ringing in her ear; it was painful, like needles stabbing in her ear.

But it didn't stop her.

She intercepted Ganymede's glass effortlessly, eyes still locked onto the Princess'. The grin was still there. She did not have her chakram; instead, she grabbed the first thing that ran by her. It was hard to say it wasn't a planned attack; she was a page.

A pretty little thing, too new and too weak for this battle. Apatite did not look for a symbol; she did not care. All that mattered was that the girl wore a dress of white, and lavender and burgundy and crimson. "She's cute," she called to the Princess. "One of yours?"

It didn't matter.

Apatite slid the glass across the page's neck and threw her to the ground. She kicked her on the way there, sending her body sliding across the battle ground.

Maybe she wasn't dead.

But she was bleeding a hell of a lot.

And then she turned to Valhalla and her grin turned into a snarl.

"Courtesy of your lady friend," she shrieked before stabbing the glass down at him. She felt it contact—something—but she was already spinning back to look at Ganymede.

"How many more shall I kill in your name, Princess?"

She stalked away from Valhalla and grabbed another—a senshi. This one was fighting and never her coming. She never saw the chakram stick her in the back. She crumpled to the floor with a wail, but Apatite didn't look at her.

"By the will of Ganymede," she announced as she stepped over the senshi's body. She didn't say it for the eternal senshi on the ground—she said it for Ganymede--the princess she recognized only from their database.

Apatite raised her chakram again; if Ganymede wanted death, she would have it.

Apatite would leave her a trail of blood.

…And if that little senshi got at her legs again—Remus—she'd break his kneecap and give him a face full of sharp metal.

Watching as his attack was dodged, and so neatly too, he kept to the side and behind the Knight he was following - Gevaudan. He didn't want to get in his way, he seemed...rather impassioned and he wasn't about to get in the others way and risk being shoved out of his way...or just out right trampled.

However, when he saw the General grab the Knights leg and hold it, and the Knight break the hold, he moved in to try again with his magic. He would try and handle the General so the Knight could do whatever it was he was planning on doing - likely get those doors open.

Bringing his hands up again he formed the same shape as before with them, similar to a gun, and blew across two of his finger tips. Whispering out his attack. "Chaldene Wisp's Secret." He watched the bits of blue glittering like magic head out toward the General.

"I hope she opens that door and the others get down here, first preferably." He had no idea what was going on back in the main entrance, though he was sure it had something to do with that insane General Queen. He just hoped they finished her quickly and got down here. If those doors opened he and a knight alone had no chance.


Attack:

Valhalla of Jupiter

Valhalla finally spotted the sparkling starseed a little further ways away on the floor, and rushed towards it. He reached for the starseed first, clutching it gently in his hand as he carefully laid Alexandria down on the ground. His hands reached up to unhook his cape and balled it up so the young squire would have something on which to rest his head. And then Valhalla carefully pressed the starseed to Alexandria’s chest, watching as it absorbed back into him.

But there was no time for Valhalla to breathe a sigh of relief. He heard the wolf’s howl, and saw Ganymede take to the air. His eyes were wide with concern as the shoe she threw to him was intercepted by Apatite.

Apatite, who could have killed Alexandria, who could have killed Gevaudan or Chaldene, who could have killed Ganymede. Apatite, who was now using the shoe that had been meant for him to catch, was now using that same shoe to cut the throat of a young page.

There were few times Valhalla could recall feeling his blood begin to boil with anger like it did now, and even fewer times in recent years. Had he gone too soft? Was there really any chance in trying to discuss and work out terms for peace with people like this? People who killed for fun, who laughed at the lives they destroyed, only to go on and kill more? With no sense of remorse?

Valhalla stood in front of the prone body of Alexandria to protect him as best he could, but Apatite’s sudden approach caught him off guard and he let out a shout of pain when she used the shoe to stab his arm.

He gripped onto the wound to stop the blood, his eyes widening in horror and anger as she went on to stab another senshi, mocking Ganymede as she did so.

Gritting his teeth together, Valhalla lunging after her. He reached not for her neck, but the wrist she held her weapon with, hoping to grip onto her tight enough to keep her from swinging the weapon around or throwing it again.

“Enough!” he growled, the pain from the various cuts he’d received from her already temporarily drowned out by the adrenaline he felt. “Leave them alone! They’re just kids!” he said, the anger and sadness thick in his voice.

Ganymede was visibly horrified and shaken, but she struggled not to react. This wasn't the time for it. She couldn't afford to break down, because the battle was still ongoing. She couldn't leave the others to deal with Apatite while she dealt with her grief. It would have to wait. Once this was over, she'd have the chance to mourn appropriately.

The anger she felt overwhelmed her. She could almost understand how Apatite became so deranged. This sort of anger was enough to make anyone go crazy.

But Ganymede was strong willed and held it in. She knew that if she let her emotions control her, she would make herself more vulnerable. Emotions made people rash and sloppy. She had to be calm. She had to be strong. Apatite had to be stopped. This was their first and likely their only chance to make sure she would never hurt anyone again.

Slowly, Ganymede descended to the floor. She knelt down to check on the page whose neck had been slit. There was a large puddle of blood around her. Some of it soaked into the long layers of tulle that trailed behind Ganymede. Her hand came away from the poor girl's neck soaked in blood. It was too late to save her.

Ganymede rose again when Apatite turned to Valhalla, ready to run to him at the moment's notice, fearing the worst, but Apatite simply stabbed him in the arm. It was a small mercy among the carnage, though it sent Ganymede's heart into her throat all the same.

Two bodies littered the floor now, all because of her.

No, she told herself. Because of Apatite. Apatite was responsible, and Apatite would pay the price.

The plan had not changed. Stop her from being able to use her weapons. Immobilize her. Kill her.

When Valhalla lunged for Apatite's wrist, and Delphi went for a blow to the head, Ganymede charged in from the side, using all of her strength to send a hard kick toward the elbow of the arm Valhalla had reached for, hoping to snap it in two.

“You're going to die tonight, Apatite,” Ganymede said. “And I hope my face is the last thing you see.”