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More swearing. What good was a flying blade if all it did was tear girls' dresses? Although... well, he'd save that thought for later.

"It'll get me your starseed, baby, so don't knock it till you've tried it," he shot back at Scylla, breath coming out like white smoke. "In fact, hey, congratulations, consider yourself next! It's your first time, so I'll be gentle, I promise."

His eyes slid toward Nealite briefly as she egged him on, and the boomerang had suddenly appeared back in his hand again as though it had never left. A neat trick, but each time he summoned it back to hand, it was that much more draining. A few more times and he'd have to retrieve it himself. Now, what the hell could this senshi do? He'd have to find out from afar first, and without Sailor Virgo in the way. "Oh man, Nealite, I'm so intimidated. So, this kid wants bite?"

Hematite launched himself into the air, leapfrogging Virgo and landing in a crouch a little ways past her. The pavement was a cold shock to his bare hand that steadied him. Grinning at Merope, the boomerang went swinging from his hand again, low to the ground. Without waiting to see what would happen, he got to his feet again and broke into a run, prepping his hands for the boomerang's magical return. That shot wouldn't do any significant damage, probably couldn't even breach the leather, but a boomerang lodged in anyone's boot would have to knock them off balance long enough for him to rush them. Without bothering to look back, he called to Nealite, "I've got this jackass under control-"

Nealite could take care of the other two senshi. After all, she was already making her move on Virgo. Hematite, meanwhile, was armed again, though the wear of his little magic trick was starting to show already in such a short time. They were too close for throwing, him and Merope. No, there was no need. Gripping it by one of the handy arrow handles, he brought it down for the first slash with a wild shout, intending to cut a third scar into the senshi's exposed chest to match the first two.

"Hematite, darling, I like it rough." Scylla allowed her voice to be a purr. Scylla's eyes narrowed as she watched the two Negaversers move. Hematite was fast. And that level of agility was something she hadn't yet mastered. It was a good thing they had help, because at the moment, all she could do was trip them and GTFO. The hand that had been bitten a few nights before ached as she clenched it into a fist, nails digging into the palm.

The boomerang's disappearance didn't shock her as it had Virgo. Somehow, it didn't surprise her. It would have been more impressive if it had actually gone back to its master's hand in the traditional way, however.

Dark hair fell over one shoulder as she moved for Virgo on the other young woman's quiet request. Scylla's attention went primarily to Hematite; the male was engaging in combat with Merope, but she wasn't taking any chances with those tricksy (tricksy tricksy) Negaversers; Virgo was paying more attention to Nealite.

So this was Virgo's fight face? It made Scylla uncomfortable that her friend was protecting the person who was getting into melee combat. "Virgo," she whispered it, back to her and Nealite, "If that b***h gets within 5 meters of us, you damn well better tell me." And knowing Virgo, her companion was opening her mouth to chide her for being mean. "You can tell me to stop being mean later." She wouldn't let the older woman close enough to touch her already endangered friend. Scylla knew what Virgo's power did, and she'd be damned if the other girl would take damage from two separate sources. Merope, you better be able to dodge.

That was when she caught it from the corner of her eye, before Virgo needed to warn her. A flash of color that said Nealite was making her move. Attacking Virgo and herself. Scylla had the choice to defend or to be protected, and she was already damn tired of being protected. She stepped around the Zodiac senshi, her face impassive as she spoke loudly enough for all of the combatants to hear.

"I'm Sailor Scylla. Senshi of the Kraken. And you shouldn't have woken the sleeping monster."

It might not be impressive to Nealite at the moment, but what happened next hopefully would be. As soon as Nealite was within 2 meters of the pair, Scylla spoke again. "Scylla's Sorrow." At her quiet words, two tentacles erupted from the ground, grabbing at their prey. Nealite. Wailing in her ears, the undefined mourning of Scylla's soul.

Virgo had told her senshi were supposed to kill these Negaversers. And Scylla was not feeling merciful. Her hands were shaking as she willed the tentacles to grab the enemy. Grab. Hold. Crush. the senshi willed them silently.

Prey. That one feeling was her power's silent response.

As Hematite was leaping over Virgo to attack Merope, the older girl was rushing towards the skirt-clad duo. Her mirror was raised, her grin wide - until Virgo began to scream.

Startled, the orange haired Captain stopped in her tracks, caught off guard with the girl's ear piercing shriek. But Hematite had gone for Merope....?

And yet Virgo was bleeding. Excessively. It didn't take but a split second for Nealite to realize that she was bleeding from the exact same areas that Hematite had been cutting into Merope, who looked no worse after having a razor sharp boomerang slashed across him. How was she able to take on the other boy's wounds?

There was no time to dwell, however, as Sailor Scylla bellowed out her attack's cry. The Captain turned to watch her, but the sudden movement around the ground beneath her quickly had her backtracking her steps.

But it was too late, even for the lithe Nealite. Two long tentacles emerged from the grass beneath her boots and quickly wrapped themselves around her legs, their slimy skin sending instant shivers throughout her body. While one remained attached to her leg, the other began to roam up her waist, and soon, Virgo was not the only one screaming for help.

Nealite had seen Pirates of the Caribbean. She knew what a Kraken was and she remembered what had happened to poor handsome Johnny Depp in that movie. And it wasn't good. At all.

Her screams grew louder, more panicked. Her eyes were wide, watching the gross arms sliding and moving across her beautiful body. The tentacles' grip were growing tighter around her, despite the forceful squirming and wriggling the older girl was doing. Her mirror came crashing down on the slimy suckers from hell, but even a firm smack with her weapon did nothing to them.

Growing frantic, one hand scrambled for her side pocket - why wasn't he paying attention to her screaming?? - and withdrew a small plastic yellow object.

A whistle. More specifically, a rape whistle.

Moving her head down and wincing as the suckers on one giant slimy limb drew closer to her face, she was able to slip the mouthpiece of the whistle between her lips before the tentacle wrapped itself around her arm, rendering her immobile.

Lifting her head, she tilted upwards and began to blow.

Virgo never attacked unless someone was hurt first, or if she thought she might be in danger. Nealite had yet done nothing, so the look she gave Scylla was more shocked than approving at the action. She nodded, but quickly became distracted from the fight going on between Merope and Hematite. Hopefully the boy she'd protected was not such a rank newbie as she'd assumed--

In retrospect, that was futile hope, and even Virgo knew it.

The first slash didn't hurt right away; it was when she noticed the blood staining her fuku that she started to scream. Pain came after, quickly, more pain than she knew what to do with. She collapsed and folded in on herself, arms over the slashing injuries on her chest. There was no time for recriminations, no time to think that she might drop the attack; she was so dizzy, she threw up at the blood.

She didn't faint; she didn't drop the attack. Her screaming cut off with a whimper as her shaking fingers probed the new rent in her side. The pain previously was no longer as sharp and clean, but now... diffused. Burning. She knew just enough to know that was bad, really bad.

It was really a miracle she was holding onto her henshin.

He wasn't a pro boxer, and never took lessons in kick-boxing. His punch was nothing more than an imitation that was seen on television, abet with a portable ocean wave. Even that in itself was a drawback, for while Hematite's front was soaked (at least not too much water got onto his pants -- the captain would probably have suffered several jests from his underlings if a majority of the water was in that region), Merope's right arm and side was soaked as well. It was a chilling wake-up call, one that got worse when the screaming began.

The boy's head jerked up as Virgo began screaming, followed by Nealite as Scylla's tentacles attacked. The little yellow rape whistle wasn't helping matters either, nor was Hematite's second attack. Merope saw him lunge forward, trying to twist out of the way before the weapon sank in.

It went in. IT. WAS. IN. HIM. The boy gasped, disbelieving -- if it was in him, then where was the pain? He couldn't hear any screaming -- all that was left was the tweeeeeeeeeeeeee! shrill of the rape whistle, nor did he notice when Virgo and Scylla took flight. His world was currently focused on the black boomerang lodged in him.

The Captain's grip loosened on the boomerang, sliding from his fingers as Merope stumbled backwards. His gloved hands shook as he grabbed hold of the boomerang and pulled it free, holding the bloodless tip up for inspection. No... blood? How could that be?! The green glow from Virgo's attack was fading, dying as the boy rubbed his side where the boomerang struck.

Olive eyes managed to pry themselves away from the dark weapon to look at Hematite, wide with disbelief before narrowing with disgust. The weapon landed with a clatter at the negaverser's boots, followed by the senshi wiping his own gloved hand on his pants as if to clean them. It was now that the senshi boy realized the other skirted girls had fled -- and a glance at Nealite still shrieking with her whistle, and the realization of hey she has a whistle was enough to jolt him from his stupor, prompting him to turn and leap away quickly. It wouldn't do him any good for someone to recognize the yellow whistle's call for what it is and give senshi a name other than "terrorist," right?