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MuCephei fought, there was more than enough blood spilled on the field today, she didn't even have to use her own because so much of it was unfortunately...Senshi blood.
Needles did so little damage, but her whip did better, long lashes that cut into exposed flesh as she sent it hissing and snapping back and forth to the cry of "Bad Blood Ribbons!"
She snapped it forward and it lashed around the arm of Richterite, when she pulled it would leave shallow but painful cuts behind.

Soggy, cold, bleeding and coldly determined Zinkenite moved to help. "If you could use a hand..." He said through gritted teeth, he pulled down his saturated face mask as well because it felt like breathing through a cold damp wash cloth just at the moment, which would be fine if he ran into Ares but catching pneumonia on top of everything else just sounded like a poor idea.
"Candlestick or ten pin..." he cracked as he leaned into the barrier putting all his effort into it, despite the agony it made run though his shoulders and back. Something had to go right...

What Themis had been trying to tell him started to sink in as Europa, in a state of loopyness that would have otherwise made him wonder if she'd been in Gemini's beer...as Europa yelled her declaration of love across the battle field.

Not really the kind of place where she should probably be doing that, since it made them both into giant glowing "Attack me to hurt the other one"signs for the negaverse.

"Europa!!" He protested. "Hey Europa! I need to to go with Themis and um... MAKE BATTLE PLANS! OK?" He yelled to her, hoping it would help. Jeeze, she was going to need a doctor, that wasn't good. On the upside, it looked as though the Nega he'd already scorched once was, again, otherwise occupied.

How could he pass up a gift wrapped offer like that? Really?

"NOBLE CLAWS OF THE LION!"

That was three, which put him back down to using regular 'Claws' but if he took at least one person REALLY down, that was something. Even if he did have @#*^#ING airbrush paint all over.

Freaking Nega's and their freaking goddamn twilightzone weapons...

Uranophane wasn't about to make the same mistake twice when she heard 'claws' and 'lion' in the same sentence. The cuts down her back were burning like a b***h, and Regulus screaming his attack was akin to telling the Negaverser that she was about to get cut by fire again -- so, at the last possible instant, she dodged --

-- leaving the claws to bounce off of the barrier. Shards of magical flame ricocheted off and assaulted the faces of both Uranophane and Zinkenite, but it just made the goggled Captain scream and push at the shield harder with one hand, while trying to smack Regulus out of the way with the other.

Chaonis wasn't sure why Raite was biding by the Movie Rule of Bad Guys by not joining in on the fight as well, but he certainly couldn't complain. If they wanted him to beat them down once at a time he was damn well glad to do it!

But he had to hurry. He wasn't sure how much longer his attack would hold out.

A far more experienced Senshi these days, he had surprisingly learned quite a lot, despite his best efforts to pretend that he wasn't learning at all. He didn't like to be a 'student' in any sense of the word, and certainly never called anything he did 'training' on purpose, but it seemed he had become exactly what he didn't want to, as far as learning about his powers, and had practiced quite a bit. He didn't know if that was the reason why his attack was lasting so long already, but he didn't care.

He knew the trade off would be a big release of stock piled energy, but maybe this place really was different to Earth and it wouldn't happen.

When Labyrinthite swung the plastic Flamingo again, Chaonis opted to take the hit. He lifted his arm and let the weapon slam into it. Which hurt a hell of a lot more than he thought it would, and even threw his line of attack off, but his adrenaline and the affects of his attack kept him going. He threw a punch the Nega's way, aiming for his face, while he brought his now very pained arm down and up in a punch aiming for the guy's gut. One two.

Painite continued to be blissfully unconscious nearby. Chaonis had not yet seen that Rosalind was out of the fight.

He had been so intent on 'protecting' Painiite that he had forgotten, stupidly, one of the most important things. Lt. Richterite had neglected to pay attention to his surroundings, making him an easy target for MuCephi's attack. "What the ********?" He hissed, drawing his arm back towards his chest as he sprang away from Chaonis just in time to miss being pelted by Rosalind's obnoxious attack.

"What the <********>..." The hiss turned into a frustrated growl as he glanced down at the marks lining the underside of his arm, having cut through the sleeve of his uniform coat. Cursing and questioning, and obviously reasoning, was not going to get him anywhere with these people... And he couldn't just stand there lost and stupid.

"Hey! Why don't we play a game... How about fifty-two pick-up?" His eyes narrowed as he threw his deck of Magic cards at the Senshi that had just attacked him, hoping to use the flutter of cardboard as a distraction as he lunged at her with every intention of tackling her to the ground if his attack landed.

So much for not hitting girls...

Zink's face contorted for a moment into a soundless snarl of fury, before it blanked into a terrible terrible directed calm. His jaw locked and his eyes blazed as he swung one fist in a pained arc right intoRegulus err... 'dangly bits' as hard as he could muster it. He had every intent and desire to see if he could drive them so far up they'd come out the Senshi's nose... fortunately that was less than anatomically reasonable.
"I... am going... to kill you." He Informed the Senshi of Pride, "...slowly."
He added with deliberate emphasis.
And with that he summoned his sling shot, and as the Senshi of Pride doubled over...SLAMMED the butt of it into his temple.

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"Good Morning..." she quipped and jerked back half expecting the cards to explode or some such silliness... and then he lunched. She managed to half turn with it but not totaly, grappling and wincing at the sudden turn from ranged attack to fisticuffs.
"Do you people NEVER learn!?" She demanded trying to scrape her boot down his shin and peel as much skin as possible.

Regulus didn't have a chance to answer the Senshi of Song before he was hit, hard enough to make him forget about breathing, let alone talking. He already felt nauseous and horrible, and that was before his vision turned to flashes and sparks from the knock to the head.

On some level he knew recovery was imperative, but he was barely sure what way was up, let alone retaliate.