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Maia stood with the BMC listening to Ares ready to undertake the captains plan. Exploration of this beautiful land seemed an easy task. However, the words get out resignated outward and her head snapped to attention much like many of the others, and then, as always, all hell broke loose.

Suddenly so much was going on at once and Maia stood in shock for a moment watching the chaos ensue. The Basterds, she smiled, happily right in the thick of it. The BMC jumped into action around her and Maia snapped out of her stupor ready to fight. With a nod to Ares she headed off only to be stopped by the sight of her cousin in a dire situation. She was about to help, but then Pomona was their, a cat, light, and Themis was super. Relief washed over her and her gave her cousin a silent cheer as she ran off. For now, her cousin was fine and he didn't need her.

So much was happening, Maia was seeing Negaverse agents she had seen in months, many she never seen before and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Wolframite had to be around somewhere and Maia, still angry, wanted to make him pay. Her eyes scanned the raging battle looking for the tiny negaverse agent and while she say several other tiny ones, she did not see Wolframite.

She dogded a random attack aimed at, well she wasn't sure, but she sent a burning glare in the direction it came from. She ran off dogding attacks and continuing her search being missed, just barely, by a wave and then she spotted him near Castor and Tanzanite, thank god she was occupied. Maia was particularly frightened of the people devouring nega, who was on the top of her don't even think it list. The 'Doom Tree' incident was enough thank you.

In her momentary distraction Birhan and Wolframite started fighting, so when looked up again she was treated to the sight of her fellow BMCer being stabbed and the girls retaliation. She couldn't help but to grin. Birhan was going to have to teach her some new moves.

"Wolframite," she growled out heading for the duo.

He wasn't usually one for sentimental feelings but seeing Denebola unhurt and heading toward him let a huge weight off his shoulders. She was okay and she hadn't gotten that far away from him. He reached up and petted the little quail on his shoulder as she kneeled by where he was sitting.

"I started a fight i couldn't really handle." He shook his head slightly. "it's not your fault. I ran off without thinking." And he was paying for it now.

"Some blond with a guitar." he waved at the battle. "Another Senshi got him, i think." The girl with the spear at least had taken the captain's attention away from him.

Eventually, Themis had managed to drag himself as far from the right as he could manage, hand still holding the wound on his arm as tight as he could, though it became evident that it would require a little more care. He'd seen death in the face one today, and he didn't intent on seeing it again.

He sat on the ground, took off his stained coat, and ripped some of his bodice to bandage his arm stab wound with, hopefully stopping the bleeding. Themis wasn't a doctor, but he knew at least this much. And... he should probably go to the hospital after this to make sure it wasn't infected. And that he wasn't bleeding internally thanks to the mega bruise on his chest.

Oh god, he was so going to get that b***h.

He managed to get the wound bound as tightly as he could, thankfully, before he was attacked by Europa. He winced pretty loudly when she hit his chest. "Gentle, here." He muttered, even though he closed his arm around her, just like a big brother protecting his little sister. "It's okay, im fine, im fine.. Shhhh..."

He didn't register that Europa had no god damn idea what had happened.

Okay, now he noticed something was wrong, and he couldn't help but headtilt a little. Bleach him ?

Um. Oh,

Oh.

"No, im-" She didn't even give him time to place one sentence, and he sighed, through he let go and let her go at his arm, even through he'd already bandaged it.

"What happened to her ?" He asked Polaris, knowing full well that his little sister was acting a little... loopy. To Europa's question, he eyed his surroundings.

"I saw Pomona earlier, but I lost her." He admitted. "Through... I think that's Regulus over there ?"

"I am just about finished playing games with your unfashionable a**!" Uranophane growled, sidle-circling Sailor Boreas as she contemplated her next -- and hopefully final -- move. She'd wanted to conserve her energy against such a low-class senshi, but it looked like she had no choice but to step up her game if she were to achieve her objective of wanting him dead. So, her fist ready at her side, she dodged the b*****d's kicks and prepared to launch a counterattack --

CLAWS OF THE LION!

And then a set of knives made of pure goddamed fire raked themselves straight into the Negaverser's back. It was with sheer willpower, focused energy, and a self-moralizing bellow of rage that she didn't fall to the ground again from the Super's assault, but she didn't stay where she was standing either. There was no way she was going to god damned risk herself being double-teamed by a frilly pair of fire-and-ice senshi, so at the first opportunity she leapt out of that fray and in search of a new one.

That journey was fortunately very short... as a very interesting target caught her eye.

"Hello... Princess..."

Uranophane poked experimentally at the barrier Princess Chronos had created, looking for all the world like someone who had found their favorite exhibit at the zoo. Then she rapped her fist against it a few times... and, finding it undeniably solid, backed up several paces into the open.

Had she given up already?

No -- she still had her eyes on the prize. Suddenly she broke into a rapid sprint, her grin turned menacing as she aimed to ram her armored shoulder into the barrier with all the strength she could muster.

"A hit, a hit, a very palpable hit!"
Why the line from one of his classes ((Wasn't it Shakespeare?)) occurred to him right then was anyone's guess, but maybe it was just because he was almost heady with the ability to cause harm.

"Europa?" He had half expected not to catch up again with his concussed version of a moral and relationship compass, but... but he'd just found someone else to help chase out, and they had RUN.

Never mind that it might not have been because of HIM that Uranophane had run off, as far as his ego was concerned, it must have been.

"Can't talk, kicking a**!" He yelled to Europa, and set off after Uranophane at a run.

Chronos' focus was trained entirely on the Crystal as it hovered above her, ignoring the knocks on the barrier completely. There was a sudden bright flash inside the spherical barrier, and when the light faded, the Crystal was gone. There, Princess Chronos stood, her long lost Crystal finally returned to her, the surge in her aura no doubt gaining notice.

Finally. She thought in relief. Of course, she could have thought of better circumstances to regain her Crystal, like for when the Negaverse wasn't invading Elysion... but she would make do with what she had. What mattered was that she felt complete once again.

The smile on her face was interrupted when the ground seemed to shake and Chronos whirled around just to see Uranophane ricochet off after she had crashed into the barrier. It was just then, when Chronos realized exactly what was happening, and placed her hands on the sides of the barrier. "Come on." She murmured to herself. "How... do you go down again?" After such a long period of time of not using it, it was difficult to remember how exactly to control the Opal Crystal.

...

Did he ever want to know ? Nope, he decided, he didn't want to know. In fact, he didn't even mention it, in fear that she might fill in the gap that he was pretty comfortable with having.

And apparently, it was up to him, and his free hand went to rub his temple. "Europa, you need to get out of here. You're not in the state to fight."

Says the guy with an arm ripped open.

"Let's go over there, okay ? We can totally kick a** over there." He offered, gesturing toward a more or less deserted patch in the middle of this madness.

He just hoped she'll fall for it.