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If she hadn't already gone in for the hit, Sailor Iris would have probably gone in for another one after the "princess" comment. Having a gay element like a rainbow didn't automatically make her a frilly little princess. There was no rule saying that a princess had to be frilly, but in the Sailor Scout's mind, that was automatically the label when you added "princess" to someone's name. People had argued with her that Xena was anything but frilly, but you could never sway Sailor Iris' opinion in such an easy fashion.

The hit to the Negaverser's face did seem to stroke the scout's ego a bit, and she even dared to comment "I'll take that as a compliment." There was no smile on her face anymore though. It had been wiped away from the simple "princess" comment. It was so easy to mess with Sailor Iris, it was somewhat sad.

A bit distracted from her very minor victory, she didn't even notice the slight shift in weight from the Negaverser. It was something she should have noticed, but ego had a way of blinding an experienced fighter of the simplest tricks.

It was only when she felt a pretty decent pain in her leg that she noticed something had happened. Out of surprise more than anything else, though it could have easily been mistaken as an exclamation of pain, she shouted out "Ho'sh*t!" It was that very same surprise that caused the rainbow wrapped around the opponent's arm to disappear. Another mental Ho'sh*t seemed to echo in her mind as she attempted to recover from this mistake, quickly aiming to grab the murky haired female by the arm with her newly freed up right hand.

If there was one thing evident to the Sailor Scout by this point, it was the fact that this Negaverse agent could kick.

They were caught in another variation of the same deadlock. They were grappling, had been grappling for what felt like ages, and Uranophane was somewhat aware that Iris's brute strength was going to win her over eventually. This was extremely irritating. She had been sure that she should be able to take on a senshi one-on-one, but she just had to go and test out her boundaries on one with all the responsiveness of a city dumpster. All she really had going for her was that this one was insecure in her masculinity.

This called for a change of tactics.

Said change came in the form of something suddenly ramming into her back. The wind was knocked out of her, but not before she was sent hurtling towards the senshi, hair and arms still in a tangled mess.

He could see her buckle, and was silently impressed that she was somehow holding her ground, using physics and force to keep them both propped up against her. Was it dumb luck? Or was it fighter's instinct? Either way, he would close the distance and press himself against Uphane's bony back, slowly adding more weight to see what this senshi would do.

"Why yes." Obsidian mused aloud with a slight grin, in too good a mood to be irritated. "See you've been beating up on my honey pie a lil' bit. Figure I can return the favor now, and then we can have a romantic evening by the candlelight. You know, with your starseed and all."

He shoved Uranophane again, and stepped back, lifting his hand into the air and yanking the impossible large broad sword down. It slammed into the concrete and threatened to crack it, but he seemed to be at ease. A slow weapon, for sure, but powerful. "So? What's your name, Miss Senshi? You got a clever battle cry for me too?"

He was taking his time with this, that lazy grin still settled on his face as he looked the girl up and down. Uphane was ignored for now, though he was aware of her presence. Two against one... He was normally a solo player, but this could be fun.

The gradual increase in weight was definitely enough to cause Sailor Iris' leg to bend down submissively. She might have come across as a tank, but the Sailor Scout was still technically human. Yet, even under the pressure, there was something that seemed a bit off.

There was still a determined smile on her face. When her lips parted, a chuckle escaped before she pointed out her opinion. "Yer tastes in chicks are a little gay, dude!" This was a case of being technically heterosexual, if this truly was his girlfriend. Borderline gay. She was in no position to joke, and here she was, still running at the mouth.

Her leg had already crumpled under the pressure, but then all at once, she and Miss Man were pushed, with an added kick to her knee and tug at her head. Talk about a rush. Though she felt several sudden pangs of pain in her leg and her head (hello bald spot), her smile somehow remained. It was almost as if she wore it as a mask for the discomfort she only vaguely acknowledged with a few grunts. If it wasn't for the quick thinking on her own part and extending her wrench carrying arm out, she would have hit the ground face first.

However, one lesson she learned early in such brawls came into practice rather quickly. You do not stay on the ground unless you want a beat down. Rather than cringe and dwell on her pain, the Senshi of Rainbows pushed herself back up to her feet as quickly as possible. You went home, then you could sulk over your injuries (and new "bald spot"). Rather curiously, the yellow-suited scout lifted up her hand which had been holding firmly onto those wrenches, and soon enough did something even she had hoped she wouldn't have to do.

She tucked them into her uniform in the space between her breasts. Mentally, Ellie Spectre was screaming at Sailor Iris for doing something so lame, pathetic, and in all honesty, girly.

"Y'know... that kick of yers is really yer strong suit..." Her newly freed hand tightened up into a fist. A fist that began to glow brighter than it had the first time she had attacked the plum-haired dude-chick. It was still a gentle light, but it wasn't nearly as invisible as her first attack was.

"Gotta be honest though... I kinda like my head where it's at right now." Her eyes momentarily took note of the "captain" and his video game styled sword. Again, 2 on 1 was never a fair fight, and that was something the Ellie Spectre in her head was screaming about now. This was much more serious than she could have ever imagined. The sailor scout was dense, but she seemed to realize that she was in over her head at the moment.

Bitterly, she cursed out "...son'ova b*tch..." Sailor Iris was about to do what she had never done before in battle. She was about to try and make an escape.

"And your strong suit is clearly impersonating an oak tree," the smaller Lieutenant sneered back, picking her way a few steps back and over after getting back up. Iris had one thing right, now she was in a two-against-one battle -- Uranophane had picked up on the potential for an advantage on that front, and moved to position herself accordingly while the senshi relocated her wrenches.

The senshi's hand was glowing, Obsidian was prowling his way slowly forward like the confident cat he was. Front and center, almost tactless, fingers itching to rip the girl apart. There were two sets of claws after her now, dark gloves and bared fingers. Uranophane had positioned herself a couple yards away from her superior, waiting for an opportunity for a counter-strike if one came up.

"Looks like the princess wants to pretty you up for our next meeting, Captain," she remarked, in regards to Iris's hand.

"If that's the case, I'm going to have to politely decline." Obsidian replied casually to the Lieutenant, like they were having a pleasant conversation instead of readying themselves to murder this senshi should the opportunity present itself.

The shout was enough to make him twitch to the side instinctively, ready to move out of the way of whatever it was that she was attacking. The brightness took him a moment to adjust, angling his head away and blinking before it dawned on him; she was running. Every nerve demanded he jumped after her, but that rainbow flittering about and, ridiculously, marking a trail of exactly where she was going, had him suspicious.

"What did you say that did again, besides offering a makeover?" The Captain asked idly, his grip on the hilt of his blade relaxing a tad. "Maybe she'll run all the way home, and we can say hi to Mom and Pops, too."

The trail, as it burned through the night, led to the park. Obviously their prey had just a bit more going on in her mind than they might have expected. At least it seemed that way. Sailor Iris was quite certain they didn't need to know she lived close to the park.

It would have been convenient to be able to look behind her, but she couldn't spare such a glance at the moment. However, at a slightly curving pathway, she did manage to catch a glimpse of what was going on behind her. So far, it seemed safe.

Seemed being the key word. Somewhere in her mind, she couldn't help but think that she should stop and simply open up her fist to remove the light from the area. However, she was still on the pathway, where the lamp posts loomed overhead. Another part of her mind was telling her that she should keep running. Don't stop.

Her feet kept moving.

Don't stop!

Eventually, she saw off the edge of the pathway some brush. It was dense, and it wasn't in the line of the light.

Stop!

This was maybe one of the few opportunities she'd get to duck off to the side. Sailor Iris was not one for planning or thinking ahead. Yet, off of mere instinct, her hand opened up completely. As if someone had flicked a switch, the rainbow ribbon completely vanished. It was such a sudden shift in light, and Sailor Iris was only human. A magical human with a rainbow ribbon, but still human. She staggered into the brush, knelt down, and waited while hushing her breathing as best as possible.