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Libra saw Wolframite reaching for the jumprope, but Europa tackled him. Moving fast, she attempted to reach the jumprope while he was distracted with Europa, and she bit her lip, thinking. If she could reach the jumprope, they could use it to tie him up, if not, Libra could use her scales, though whether she'd get them back the next time she henshined up was another question. Her whole outfit vanished when she became Giselle, so she assumed she would, but she had never left the scales behind before. The jumprope would be less risky.

It would be, like everything on this patrol had been so far, a gamble.

"Europa!" she ordered, "Try to pin him down!" She didn't know if she would obey, but Europa had shown a cool head in battle so far- If she didn't, maybe she had a different (Libra always hesitated to say 'better') plan.

The moment he heard her say those words again, he wanted to scream. If he had to get slowed down again, he was more than screwed. He was ********! The only luck he had was that there had been nothing of the same sensation as before and each punch he was delivering to get her off of him, to try and grab her shoulders to throw her off or ram her head, was all going at the same speed as the girl was using to keep him down. All his experience was being combated by the girl’s size and the damage he’d already been dealt. Two head blows, one from the scales and one from the impact to the wall, were making his vision fuzzy around the edges. It didn’t help that blood was dripping down his cheek and making large droplets spill down his chin and onto his clothes.

“Get off me, you stupid cu-!”

BAM!

A full punch to the face. The count was now up to 3, and he could feel her knuckle break into his face, pushing back his nose and pain bursting directly in his face. Disoriented, his hands were pinned down as he was straddled. The slice of night sky was swirling around his head before falling down to the tilted view of two black and white shoes clacking their way over. The familiar brown handles of his weapon dangled off the ********. ********. ********. ********. ********> They were NOT touching HIS weapon. HIS WEAPON was not in HER hands!

He lunged forward again to throw the other girl off, but went back down as the senshi pushed him back, her grip clenching around his arms. This close, he could make out her face, and sneered back at her with moss-green eyes. “Get- Off – ME!”

Europa stepped back and watched Libra do her thing, silently noting that she'd need to get her to teach her that sometime - knot tying could be a very useful skill. She rubbed at her hip, which would probably be bruised tomorrow in a way that would be hard to explain at swim practice, and stared at their opponent.

Tied down, he didn't seem so fierce. It was like she'd just beaten up Pavel's more somber-colored twin. (She tried not to imagine this as being the case, and grimaced from the effort.)

And now that they'd gotten him, what would they do with him? She pondered the idea for a moment, and then smirked. "Hey, Libra, let's run him up the flagpole in the square as a warning to the rest of his lot."

As Tallulah she would have never suggested it, but she'd been dying to try it forever and ever.

"Wolframite." Libra said, committing it to memory. As he asked him who she was, she said "You're hardly in a position to be questioning me," but answered with "Sailor Libra, Zodiac senshi of balance," anyway. He deserved to know at least something, if only to make her feel like the fight was more fair after all. It would have been better if she hadn't known that is was historically inaccurate to assume that Napoleon was short. Then she could have pretended Wolframite was Napoleon.

As she listened to Europa, she considered her proposition. It would be good to send out a firm message, and sending Wolframite up a flagpole would certainly leave an impact. "Excellent idea,. Good use of resources," she commended Europa. "I suggest the one over by the post office, it's not too far from here. Shall I lead the way?"

Picking him up too little effort, which only aggravated Wolframite more as he was hoisted up by the back of his collar, making a mess of the bow at his side, and started to carry him off as if he was a bag of trash to be taken outside. That or a kitten. Either one didn’t suit him. For all that transforming into a Lieutenant made him stronger and quicker, Wolframite weighed just the same as Laodn Shepard did, which wasn’t much at all.

Not able to do much but watch the sidewalk roll back his legs, he gravely rose up to see the flag pole that was their destination. Out of all he had gone through, being rung up a flag pole had never been on his list of ‘Crap that’s happened to me’, and he never thought that tonight would be the day to add it.

The next time I find you two, I will kill you. It was running through his mind, but he kept his mouth closed. Like Libra said, he wasn’t in any position to start saying something like that. If they didn’t already knew, they would turn around and end the job here. Fight another day, and fight he would. This was not the end. They would meet again.

“When you hoist me up, how about you two just go and kiss my a** while you’re at it!” Okay, so much for keeping his mouth shut.

"Thank you, Sailor Libra," said Europa, nodding genially to her companion. At this point it had all become some sort of pageant, where there seriousness of the fight had faded away and this was just two girls having fun. If he hadn't tried to attack them earlier, she'd probably have felt like a bully, but all things considered...

Europa grabbed the chain and pulled. "Heave!" she called jovially, her senshi strength making it fairly simple to hoist the petite lieutenant up into the air. when the pulley resisted, she stepped back and surveyed their work.

"I think this might just be our masterpiece, Sailor Libra," she smirked. "What do you think?"

Libra looked back at Wolframite, did he have to sigh? The Germans didn't sigh in her textbooks at Versailles, and it wasn't exactly helping her feel better about the whole affair. "You brought this upon yourself." she reprimanded him, to make herself feel better about the affair. She was a sailor solider, she couldn't let herself become a pushover. She had to hold the line.

And this was better than trying to kill him. Despite Libra's memories at the back of her skull, she didn't feel ready to kill anything yet. Real life deaths were different from the ones in her documentaries and books.

Looking over to Europa, she felt the overwhelming urge to be elsewhere. "It's lovely," she replied smoothly, and guilt aside, she had to admit that the strategies had worked out like a dream. Their teamwork had been flawless, and it gave Libra the sort of satisfaction that a well-executed project might. "Are you at all hungry? We could find a place that's still open this late," she glanced up at Wolframite, "Away from here." Though he was securely tied, she'd rather discuss relocating out of earshot of a Negaverse lieutenant.