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Vanadis scrambled to follow Sirius' orders, running into the alley on what felt like legs made out of jelly and half-hoping, half-dreading that the youma would follow.

It did. She wasn't sure whether elation was the proper emotion in this instance, but it was mixed with what felt like a heavy ball of steel in her stomach. Oh gosh, it was so close, if she stretched her fingers she could touch it, but it had longer arms than her and only needed--

She snapped out of it as she heard Sirius' voice again, telling her to get out. Setting in a run, she took the time to smack down her one and only attack at the mouth of the alley before joining the other senshi. Hopefully that'd give them (and the fence) a bit of time.

"S-should we secure it or something?" She gestured towards the fence, "Or, um, do we run now?"

"Oh, o-okay. Shouldn't we, um, throw stuff at it first? Or is that a bad idea?" Vanadis held up the bin-lid she was still holding up to illustrate her point. She looked slightly sheepish at having questioned her senior.

"Y-yeah! That sounds like a good idea." Vanadis' eyes turned slightly adoring as she eyed the other senshi. Man, if only she had such good ideas! "Should we b-both go this time, then? One of us can be the l-look-out while the other searches the store."

"Look-out, you already know the l-lay-out of the shop and I, um, don't, so that's probably the b-best course of action. Or something."

Standing look-out while Sirius was rummaging in the shop was a nerve-wracking experience as Vanadis expected the police to come running out from a corner at any minute. And most likely get themselves killed, alá youma. Yeah, that'd be bad - how the bugger would they explain that?

As she'd been contemplating the horrors of police interference however, the youma had finally - finally - caught onto their location and was, currently, lumbering her way.

Much to her distress. "Sirius! I t-think it's, uh, found us. What do I do?!" She still had the bin lid, but bludgeoning the thing probably wouldn't do much with her lackluster strength behind the attack.

"O-okay!" Her hands were shaking something fierce, but Vanadis ignored them in favour of keeping her eye on the youma. Patience was key if they were going to follow Sirius' plan of attacking at the same time - and she really, really didn't want to try and come up with a plan of her own, so simultaneous attacks it was.

And there, wasn't the other senshi about to attack? She totally looked like she was, at least to the junior senshi in this battle, and with a shrill squeak and still-shaking hands, Vanadis ran forward, trying to keep her pole steady and aim the spray thinger at the youma's eyes. What was this stuff, anyway?

Vanadis didn't reply, but her next attack was aimed exponentially more upwards than the last one had been. Her first attack had bounced off - though she wasn't sure whether this was due to her lousy grip or the youma's skin - and she ditched the spray in favor of getting a better grip on the pole.

It worked, in as far as she managed to get a scratch on the thing's cheek (or what she deemed to be a somewhat cheek-like feature on the thing's head), but the youma had raised a large arm just as she had pounced and Sailor Vanadis was caught by a hefty hand as she tried to jump out of reach.

"Argh!" Letting go of the pole to grab the shoulder that the youma had hit probably wasn't the best tactical choice she'd ever made, but it'd been more of an automatic reaction than anything else. "Sirius..!"

She attempted to scramble backwards before the (luckily slow) youma managed to attack her again, but panic and pain wasn't a good combination and Vanadis wasn't sure she'd make it.

That had been so close; if it hadn't been for Sirius' timely intervenetion, she'd have been youma-food by now. Shock was prominent but nausea was making good headway as well in 'the most overwhelming sensation'-competition currently going on in her body.

"I'm f-fine!" She couldn't see if what the other senshi had thrown had hit from this angle, but whatever else could be said, it certainly distracted the youma from Vanadis. Apparently a target you couldn't get to wasn't as fun as one you could.

Who'd have thought?

Vanadis wasted no time in picking up her dropped pole when the youma had turned away and the Collar had faded. "What do I do, what do I do?! Should I go for the head a-again?" Independent thought, minus one.