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A small hint of relief flashed across Pegasus' face as the cat landed safely a few feet away, looking like she escaped unscathed from Linarite's vicinity. With her own body sporting the evidence of how much damage the Negaverse Captain could do, it was a small consolation that her teammate had gotten out of the fray unharmed. It was a different feeling, the comradary -- before now, her team had felt out of place, Chloe's eyes always feeling judgmental on her, testing her as a leader.

Now... amongst the pouring rain and the burning tired gripping her muscles, something felt... different.

The strawberry blonde hardly blinked at the unorthodox order, lifting one hand and summoning it automatically from subspace and throwing it in the cat's direction without thought of the ramifications should the Captain get hold of it. She trusted Chloe explicitly -- if the cat had asked her to reach into her own chest and hand her her starseed, Pegasus would have done so without a second's hesitation. She was sure the Siamese had a damn good reason for asking for it.

Still, that didn't stop Lina from getting ever closer, voice seeped in hatred.

"No Linarite. Not today, not ever."

With or without her pen, the teal-skirted Senshi of Dreams took a step towards the blue-haired Captain, her movements much slower than her nemesis', more cautious. Still, she'd meet her head-on if she had to.

No! No no no no! Everyone only ever had so much control, and if Linarite's had been fully human and breathing, it would now be laying strangled at her feet. Control was stone-cold dead and the corpse burnt in the face of her rage at the small cat. Oh indeed, the little kitty would die, and she might take a page out of poor Asian cookbooks and eat the b*****d animal! It sung a siren song to her blood, it made her strong. It also made her incredibly clumsy and careless.

With a wordless cry of undeniable rage, Linarite threw all of her power and strength into a cutting slash with her staff. It probably would not slice deeply, and certainly would not send Pegasus' entrails steaming onto the slippery concrete. But it would hurt, it would disorient, and it would give the captain time to reach in. It was her goal that by morning, there would be no goddamn Sailor Pegasus!

Rage made you stupid and careless, hadn't those words come out of her mouth towards her fellow captains, and countless lieutenants? She'd always scorned their angry way of fighting, determined to coolly think through every move and only then would she move her chess piece across the board. No one could beat her in Battleship to date, she was just too icily methodical when it came to seeking out the weak points in any strategy. Pasha had a habit of putting all of his ships in the same cluster. Charonite had staggered his at first, and Janice Fitzpatrick liked to make weird ******** shadow animals with hers. Lina could have told them that the best way to play was a straight and diagonal line across the board.

But this was the worst strategy ever, charging straight in for the king with little care or regard for the other pieces on the board. This was mano a mano, a fight to the (not even remotely near) death! So when Pegasus' attack expanded, the senshi's grasp still fierce on her weapon, Linarite refused to surrender. She refuse to let this senshi win, no matter the pain. There was time to brace, to absorb, she'd felt this attack before!

Which was, of course, her last and final mistake. The captain had felt the lesser power of the Senshi of Dreams' attack, but this was more, so much more. The kinesis blast roared around them as it completed, and the force of it ripped through Linarite's uniform and threw both girls backwards. The grey woolen fabric of her overcoat was shredded in a few places, baring the teal of her bustier and pale skin of her stomach that slowly dripped with pink where rain mixed with blood from shallow cuts across her stomach and arms. Both had released the staff and it had been blown to lay on the sidewalk and shimmer in the halo of light from the streetlamp.

For a moment, the bluenette couldn't move, wouldn't move. The rain pounded down on her suddenly battered body and she groaned with effort as she crawled across the slick street towards her staff. "I hate you. I hate you so ******** much, none as much as you." It was a growl, a snarl, a gravel sound coming out of the petite Linarite's rosy lips. Copper eyes shot venomous glares towards the senshi and cat, and the moment fingers reached her staff, the captain was gone. The remainder of her strength had been used to throw herself across town, where in the Collins household, she clattered against the tile in her tiny second-floor bathroom. "I hate her. I will kill her one day!" It was a promise, something she didn't intend to break.