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Pegasus had ran the whole way there, her breath fogging each time she exhaled. The sound of Eve's voice, worried and out of breath, filled her ears as she ran, and she willed herself faster, although she knew she was moving as fast as she could, even with magical powers. Mentally she cursed, over and over, for letting Eve go out alone. She knew she couldn't be there all the time for the blonde, but it made her feel better to have something to curse in her worry.

Skidding to a halt a few feet away, the teal-skirted senshi's eyes darted over the scene, trying to locate Flora, eyes finally settling on the crumbled form beneath Linarite. Her blood went cold. Flora's beaten form looked more than a little worse for wear, all that blood chilling her to the bone. Could she have come to late? The thought only riled her up further, shaking her up all the more. But no, she couldn't have. The bluenette seemed to be smug, but not victorious just yet.

There wasn't any time for her to say anything, no dramatic speech, and she certainly couldn't attack, not with the chance that Flora might be hit in the attack. Kicking off of the pavement, her best bet was to attack her full-on. It wouldn't bring her down, by any stretch of the imagination, and there was Serandite to worry about, but it would buy them some time. The immediate threat was Linarite.

Taking a flying leap, Pegasus lunged side-long for the bluenette, ignoring the rough gravel and snow as she hit the lieutenant's body hard with her shoulder, grabbing her around the waist as she tackled her, hitting the ground hard with an soft 'oof' before trying to scramble up, hoping to get back to Flora before anything else could attack her.

Flora did not beg. It was something she did not intend to do, even if Linarite was about to kill her, blue eyes only shone in anger that she had to go down this way. She bit back a scream as Linarite squeezed the hurt ankle and pain shot through her, face contorting into a grimace and fresh tears running down her face even though she didn't mean for them to. It was stupid, and it was weak, and she hated crying. Especially now that she was crying in front of her enemy.

But the minute the blunette introduced herself, the look in her eyes turned almost murderous. This? This was the girl Elzo was infatuated with, the girl he was trying so hard to forget, this was the girl that despite that they were fighting on different sides, h-he was in love with HER? "Castor says hi." She managed to blurt out, her head hitting the floor as her head grew dizzy with the pain she was feeling.

So dizzy that she barely registered Serandite standing over her. Her eyelids were closed, and even though her muscles struggled and screamed at her, she just couldn't get up. The cold only made it worse.

The view from the building upon which Tanzanite perched was a clear one. Two senshi, two Negaverse. She would have recognized Serandite anywhere; even if she hadn't met the young Lieutenant previously, her uniform stuck out like a sore thumb. A sore thumb covered in flowers. The other girl Tanzanite had gotten to know as more than just another face in the ranks of the Negaverse, having been assigned to the bluenette's custody after her slight deviation from Negaverse protocol.

It was the name of that slight deviation, spoken by one of the senshi, that caused her to take a single step off of the edge of the two-story rooftop. She landed gracefully at the edge of the fray, heels hitting the pavement with a dull click before the momentum carried her into a low crouch. Narrow eyes observed the quartet for a moment. Linarite, scuffling with the red-headed senshi, Serandite standing over the other.

“You've no reason to cry,” she spoke loudly as she strode forward, calm and casual. “This is a good death. Your life will help us take back what is rightfully ours.” There was no mockery in her tone as those grey irises momentarily settled on Flora. She meant each and every word, uttered with the same strong, sure tone that a priest might use when quoting the Bible. However cruel, it was something she believed in without question or doubt. Unlike some deity supported only by text and the word of zealots, the Negaverse was something she could see. Feel. The power it lent her ran through her veins with every beat of her heart. It was tangible, intoxicating, and Tanzanite revered it as far more than the ragtag group of terrorists that the human world suspected them to be.

Tanzanite did not stop as she passed Serandite. Surely, Serandite could handle one prone, crying girl. It was Pegasus on whom her attention was focused. Upon reaching the struggling pair, a foot would be pressed against Pegasus sternum, a hard kick aimed to pin her to the ground. If successful in pinning the senshi, she would rotate the angle of her foot, swiveling it so that the pointed heel of her boot rest atop the soft pit at the base of her throat. There was not much pressure applied, only enough to make it uncomfortable.

“Tch,” Tanzanite clicked her tongue, staring down at Pegasus as though she were a piece of dirt beneath her boot rather than a living, breathing human being.

This was not good.

Castor had arrived at both the best and worst moment. Flora was on the ground, the tiny Serandite above her. Tanzanite closing in on another senshi, imposing and threatening as she had been on their first encounter. And finally, Linarite, who he could barely force himself to look at, was fighting tooth and nail.

But, even while conflicted, Castor recognized what had to be done, love struck or not.
"Flora!" A jump from the rooftop sent Castor nearby the prone senshi of spring. Close up, he could see the extent of her injuries, and in a flash, his blood boiled. Dark blue eyes zeroed in on the pink lieutenant. Two steps and he had grabbed her arm, grip tight.

The Castor Serandite remembered was not the same as the one who held her arm from reaching Flora's starseed. "You have 30 seconds to either flee or to die." His grip tightened.

Serandite's wrist was caught roughly in Castor's painful grip, flinching. Another senshi came into her picture?-- Damnit, she should have taken the starseed faster. Castor was directly in front of her now, her gaze turned toward the irritating senshi of hail. Or better yet, he should probably be renamed "fail."

"Flee or die? Why, that's not my preferred choice. You have new clothes Castor, the long pants look quite good on you." She said sweetly, her hand slowly and cautiously lifting from Flora's chest. She didn't need to look behind her to hear that Pegasus's attack had hit some lucky lieutenant (considering it was basically at point blank range, she didn't doubt that it did.) She heard Linarite's curt order to Tanzanite, her small mouth set in a deep scowl. She didn't need any blasted help. The negaverse wasn't meant for teamwork.

"You know what they say, if you're stuck with a guy you can't deal with, you do this!" On the timing of her emphasized word, she promptly lifted her knee up in a sharp kick to Castor's groin, knee versus groin, an attack meant to distract the senshi for awhile as she tried to pull her wrist away from his tight grip.

Just as Castor was not the boy Serandite had once met, Tanzanite was not the same girl he'd last butted heads with. Grey eyes locked on, dark lashes pulled down in a glare. Lips parted, but her words were lost as Pegasus' attack sent pain racing up through her leg. Whatever insult had been prepared was swallowed back as her knees buckled, and Tanzanite stumbled forward. Only a hand pressed to the concrete saved her from a nasty fall, and Tanzanite pushed herself back up with a wordless snarl. Her right boot bore long-thin shreds, a bit of blood showing between the splits in the leather. It hurt, but it wasn't broken. Thank ******** God it wasn't broken.

“Big words,” she said flatly, giving a small nod to Linarite's command while keeping her eyes on Castor. She took a step away from Pegasus, enough to get away from her grasp. Linarite could handle a single senshi, especially one that had already injured herself almost as badly as she'd injured her targets. The bluenette was her direct superior, an order imposed by Charonite himself. As such, Linarite's command was not to be questioned. She focused her attention on Castor, but did not move forward to assist Serandite. Not yet. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest, out of range should he decide to unleash his attack upon Serandite.

“You spared my life when you could have killed me, Castor. I apologize that I do not have the luxury of doing the same. However, if you would like to start running, I can promise you a small head start.”

DAMNIT. Pollen. Since she had been directly above Flora, the blast of pollen hit her strongest and immediately overtook her senses with a large dose. Sure, the attack was significantly weaker-- unless you were within point blank range of it. Serandite's mind went blank for a moment, the numb state didn't give her time to register Castor's words.

Serandite hadn't been prepared for Castor's attack. If she wasn't in a fit of coughing and sneezing from Flora's pollen attack, she probably could of had a decent chance as evasion. But as it turns out, she didn't have a chance.

Red pain dotted her vision. Immense pain blasted from her gut to her whole body, similar to Castor's groin pain. Serandite had a delicate and small frame, not ideal at all for fighting and she wasn't used to physical pain to top it off. Her delicate form collapsed to the ground, falling to her side. She remained immobilized on the ground, her face scrunched up but no sound of pain came out. One hand clutched her stomach while the other held a shaky hold on her mouth, attempting to stop the constant sneezing.

Someone was going to bruise. Badly. Damnit, that scout sure did hit girls NOW. Why couldn't he have stayed wimpy like last time?

God damn that little b***h. Sailor Pegasus was absolutely now at the top of Linarite's 'senshi to kill immediately' list, for she was incredibly dangerous and absolutely resourceful. Had she been on the right side, things might have gone well for her, but no. She was a ******** senshi, and she was going to die, preferably as soon as humanly possible. As the three of the opposite side clustered together, shielding the blond senshi, Lina could really only see one option.

Lunging forward, she all but dragged Serandite back by her collar and thrust her at Tanzanite. "Get her back to the boss, make sure she's taken care of. We can't win this one now, damn it all to hell." As she spoke low, under her voice, her mind was working overtime. No matter what angle she came from, it didn't seem like it would work. Pegasus could shoot off her damn explosion again, and Castor's hail was not pleasant whatsoever. In a fist fight, they could hold their own, but now? Not so much.

Snarling, she hurled her words at the senshi. "You got lucky today, flower brat, but don't worry. One day we'll find you again and I won't mess around next time. I always learn my lesson." Gold eyes lingered for a moment on the Senshi of Hail, and regret warred with anger. "We're only getting stronger, so watch your back." With that parting shot, motioning to Tanzanite, she hopped off in the opposite direction of Hillworth, hoping to lure whatever senshi might pursue.

Hopefully, it was none of them.