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Kyanite bounced off of Chaonis like a bird coming at a closed window. Flat on her butt, she glanced up at the hulking Senshi of Danger through a fringe of bangs. She had seen the look in his eyes in enough Lifetime movies to know that she was about to be hurt. At the last second, Kyanite scrambled to her feet, but that was all she managed to do.

When Chaonis swung, Kyanite took the hit -- hard. A splash of blood burst forth, spraying a neat arc of red into the air. The girl followed the punch, twirling in a circle and slamming into the wall. She crumpled against it, tears welling in her eyes.

With a whimper, she threw her arms over her head, curled her legs to her chest, and assumed the fetal position. "No!" she shouted, her only attempt at any sort of aggression. Kyanite was in survival mode. She didn't want to do anything to convince this senshi to kill her -- which she was certain he intended to do.

((Order - Juno))

"That is title for her. Not name!" The Amazonian blanched at the amusement of the seagull senshi, her English obviously taking an even harder hit then normal due to the irritation.

"Her NAME is Co..." She caught herself just barely in time, hissing before she continued on. "Serenity. Just like her mother and mother's mother. Princess of the moon." Maybe it wasn't smart to be giving away that kind of information, but she was a very proud girl. And that pride extended ecspecially to her princess.

Though she wasn't the best at reading social cues, between the look and the words (both the ones she's knew and didn't know the meaning to) it was pretty easy to see that neither really seemed as intent on murdering each other as they were supposed to be. Maybe just until one of them was knocked out. Maybe noone would notice they didn't go that last mile.

Chariklo came at Juno like a furry with fists flying, and Juno lifted her arms to brace and block against as many as she could. Some still made it past, leaving bruises and pains that would likely last for days. Taking advantage of her stronger legs then arm, she waited until her opponent was close before offering a hard sideways kick towards the stomach.

Her hair piece had never felt so useless. Surrounded by people, and all she had to fight with was a plastic japanese hair piece. She sighed, hiding in a corner behind some curtain or something to that effect. There was shouting, attack calling and jeering. Screams from those who probably wouldn't wake up, and shouts of pain from those who would hopefully forget this ever happened. She desperately wished she could.

Esquiline came to this meeting to learn, not to fight! The sudden appearance of gas mask clad negaverse agents sent her into a panic, and she fled to the nearest place she could. And now she hated herself for it.

Eventually someone who find her. Would she hide until they did, or would she fight? Her outfit wouldn't offer much by the way of protection. The silky fabric was feeble at best. But she knew she had to help. They couldn't lose now, not when she had just begun to understand her powers.

The pink haired page of Venus stepped out from behind the curtain, looking for the first person she could fight. A negaverse agent caught her eye, one with blonde hair. she focused on him, clutching the folds of her skirt tightly.

((Chaos))

Finally she felt it, the aura of a cat somewhere nearby. It was hard to pick out amid the huge pile of energies in the room. But she felt it, and suddenly it was her quest to find it. Her ears flicked forward, eyes scanning the area as if she were actually hunting down a meal. Shoving through feet and twisting around ankles she made her way towards the front of the room.

Here kitty kitty.

[Chaos]

Euclase fingers shook, just waiting until the right moment. Was it the chance to stop these goodie goods, and maybe make them see reason? Or the realization that she was actually going to help for once.

Either way, she was in the fray like all the others, throwing punches and kicks to any senshi that got in her way. She had taken a few hits herself, but nothing to serious. Nothing that wouldn't really heal later.

She kept her eyes on her love, Carnelian. He seem to be doing fine, the senshi near him didn't attack, so he must be one of those Dark Mirror Senshi. Turning her dark blue eyes away from him, she sets her sights on a random senshi.

With a creepy grin, she licks her bottom lip as she found herself chuckling as the senshi ran towards her. Rubbing her hands together, she whispers the word 'Ache' as black aura surrounds them. Pulling her hands apart, a blue orb appears before she chucks it at the senshi. As it sinks into the senshi, she found herself laughing as her opponent drops to the ground in pain. With a kick to the stomach, she rids herself of the senshi.

Already, she was looking for her next victim.






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Ache
EFFECT: If this power makes contact, it will in a matter of five seconds cause pain through the person head. This pain is very annoying, almost like that of a low-grade migraine. It is very distracting and makes it hard for the target to focus. This effect will wear off after thirty seconds.
NUMBER: She is only able to use this power twice.
STRENGTH: This is a great defensive power, as it makes it harder for the enemy to focus their attacks.
WEAKNESS: She has to be very focused and good at throwing. If she not accurate with her throw, she could end up missing all together and unable to use this power again.


((Might as well try to get back into rping in the shop with a battle. Anyone willing to knock her down a few notches? She needs it >.> Just quote me and I will get back once my kiddos are sleeping.))

[Order Hourly Roll]

Ambrosia felt the wave of the battle threaten to overwhelm her, and she soon saw a negaverse agent in front of her. Her anger bubbled over. This was their meeting! It was time for them to get to know eachother, not to fight all these stupid chaos guys! She planted her feet, waiting until the negaverse agent was occupied with someone else before throwing her hands out, letting the honey form into its signature ball.

"Honey Shoot!"

It flew true, smacking the agent in the leg and effectively sticking their leg to the ground. His head whipped around, and glared daggers at Ambrosia while she stuck her tongue out at him. Then she scampered off. Let him find out about the glass like qualities of the hardened honey on his own.

"Sweetheart..."

The Lieutenants voice was warped by the gas mask that covered his face to protect him from Ares and Zinkenite's smoke attacks, and behind the eye pieces his drab green eyes burned with a hatred that seemed directed at anyone and everything in his path, including the frightened young Page in front of him. "You picked a bad day to play dress up."

She looked young, pretty much all of them looked young, it was the rule and not the exception. The force that controlled the Senshi marched it's machine of war over the bodies of warped children.

This one in particular looked as though she were dressed for a Disney ball scene, or maybe the cover of one of the more ridiculous regency romance novels he'd read, the kind that all sounded the same after a while, until you just started counting the number of times the author had tortured the Thesaurus into submission.

He'd stumbled across her by pure chance, trying to find his way into the fray when he'd noticed the way the curtain was hanging, and figured that chances were good that it was either a civilian or a senshi or the like. No Agent worth their salt would be hiding behind a curtain.

The pink hair reminded him vaguely of another young woman in another mass battle, some young thing he'd bashed in the head with a folding chair, only to see her transform into something even more powerful moments later. ******** Senshi.

Whatever purpose this sweet faced young thing served, he figured to put an end to it now, before she got strong enough to stop hiding.

"But since we're all at the party now we might as well dance" He snapped, making a fast grab at her, aiming to twist a black gloved hand into her long pink hair and drag her out of hiding, his intent as forceful as his eyes were angry.