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Since meeting up with Merope all those fateful weeks ago, Alcyone had struggled with the idea that he was, in fact, apart of their team as opposed to feeling like she was baby-sitting him, a feeling that grew with each passing day. There had been long nights where, while in the middle of doing a city safety patrol, Merope had stopped them because he just had to teach them this new cool move that he saw while watching Saturday Morning Cartoons.

Granted, Alcyone couldn't tell you for certain that it was Saturday Morning Cartoons, but it definitely seemed like it was. While being able to effortlessly pull off a back-flip on command was something that she'd never thought she'd be able to do and was secretly quite proud of it, none of the training helped in battling stray youma, finding their princess or worse, helping them in situations that they found themselves in now.

Until tonight the trio had not stumbled across the likes of the Negaverse, and Alcyone was all the more happy for it. The last time she had come across their tracks ended in disaster; until she felt more confident in herself and her battling strategy, she wasn't willing to fight one on one.

It was with her understanding that they were crouching behind the boxes to spy on the agents, so when Merope busted out in keen cartoon fashion, Alcyone's heart leapt to her throat. They were done for. There were two agents in-front of them and only one of the patrolling senshi was able to successfully work with an offensive attack, and unless they bolted right then they were done for.

But they weren't.

Alcyone was quiet throughout the conversation that Merope held with the two struggling lieutenants. Had it been the two women she had faced before they would be dead for sure, or at least running for their lives. But these two? They were a far cry from the people that she grew to hate and fear, and was surprised that such a duo were even apart of the Negaverse.

"Let's go." She interrupted, tapping at Merope's shoulder. "They clearly have their own issues to deal with, and frankly, I don't see them as a threat. Let's go back to patrolling and make sure that anything that really is dangerous doesn't slip from our grasp."

If they posed any kind of threat at all, they would react very harshly to her insult, and she was ready for it. If they didn't, though, well; at least she saved them from wasting their time.

After a couple minutes of looking Orion lucked out. It seemed one of the tenants in the apartment building he was standing on had a kid who liked to make cardboard box forts. ”Perfect,” He said the word under his breath and then quickly started stacking.

After a minute he had a nice fake wall built up, rubbing his hands together he got ready to bust through but then stopped himself. It would probably be good to check on the happenings down below. Crouching the senshi peeked over the roof, brows furrowing as he watched one of the Negaverse literally bounce off the walls. Someone had a little too much sugar He shook his head and waited for the hyperactive guy to calm down. Once he did the red head crab walked away from the edge of the roof.

Lining himself up behind the wall of cardboard boxes he swung his arms prepping himself. One…two…three! He ran and busted through a moment too late, stepping in one box and stumbling forwards.

”OH s**t!”

His grand entrance was messed up by his timing and he was falling through the air, head first towards the ground. It took him a couple seconds to figure out the danger and he twisted his body in the air, batting boxes away as he fell. He landed feet first on the ground, crouching to ease the impact while boxes rained down around him. He had landed behind the shorter Negaverser and straightening up he pointed a gloved hand at him. ”In the name of Orion, my meteors shall sma- ow!” His grand entrance was further ruined by a box hitting him in the head. ”Damn it, this went so much better in my head.”

The bouncing rubber ball otherwise known as Scheelite reminded Alcyone very much of the sort of cartoons she imagined Merope studiously watched with pad and paper in hand every Saturday morning. It was certainly impressive that the agent could move so quickly and so flexibly against the solid brick walls of the apartment complexes surrounding them, but in the end, it was all bark and no bite. Not once did he make an attempt to grab at her throat in malice, or reach out hungrily for another starseed to ad to his candy jar.

After the laughing had subsided, the single female senshi of the group took a brave step towards the crazed Lieutenant. "I should know better? Know better about what, exactly?" An eyebrow quirked upwards indignantly. "That you holler all over town like a drunk and let your location be known by all? That you irresponsibly consume entirely too much sugar for your body to handle? That you, are just so Mierda de Dios dangerous, that your very partner asks for the enemy's assistance in calming you down?"

"Forgive me, then. I wasn't aware that you were proud of your status as an inconvenient grunt. Now I know better."

Before she was able to do anything more, though, her attention was distracted by a new fellow who seemed to be mimicking Merope's most recent acrobatic show attempts, and failing. She fought the desire to roll her eyes; it's as though she were being surrounded by the sort of people who never got a reality check about their true circumstances.

"I'm sure it did, Mr. Orion. Feel free to do what you like to these two, we were just on our way out..." As she spoke, she tugged at the vest and shirt sleeves of her compadres, as it were, to follow suite. Both of them should be getting the inclination to stay close by to the senshi of storms, as her steps were short and quick, and while impossible, they could swear that the smell of rain was wafting from the very curls of her dark hair.

Had Alcyone grown tired of rookies at play, or was this a trap?

"Oh my godddddd...." Groaned Zink and buried his face in his hands.
They were -out- numbered, they were Just Lieutenants, and they were technically surrounded, and Scheelite was bouncing around like a super ball.

They had to run into a team of senshi -now- and him bragging about eating a starseed, this would -not- end well.
He stuffed his hand into his pocket trying to look casual in his search for a smoke pellet.

Orion scowled at the short Negaverse agent, Zinkenite was it, in front of him as he told him to try it again. He had actually pondered it for a quick second, but then decided that there wasn't enough boxes up there for a second run.

"That's alright, shorty, I'll just have to satisfy myself with beating you and your hyperactive buddy there." He was hoping the other senshi wouldn't mind the help, 'cause he couldn't back up his talk on his own. He barely knew how to use his powers. Unfortunately for him it seemed the girl (who was very attractive he couldn't help but notice) wanted to leave. "Hey, wait!" He made to step towards him then stopped himself, he could do this on his own and running after them would make him look like a fool. He stood in place, his hand balling into a fist. He could use Meteor Rain on the short on, he seemed to like standing still, but he wasn't sure how he'd take down the taller one. Damian wasn't much of a physical fighter, his style was more of a scrapper just trying to stay up long enough to get away.

He was behind the blonde so he didn't see his face change, but he caught the change in his tone. Uh-oh He had a feeling this wasn't going to end well. He arched a brow as the tall Lieutenant turned towards him and did the whole 'I'm watching you bit'. Orion couldn't help but roll his eyes, it's not like he could watch him while he was facing the other way. He debated just hauling out with his attack then, but then the Lieutenant was talking about pulling something out of someone's chest? What? Damian couldn't remember all the information Derp had bestowed on him, it was a lot to swallow in one night, but he knew that whatever the blonde did couldn't be good. He was distracted from that by the sight of the Lieutenant lunging at the tallest senshi. Okay now he had to do something. His mind quickly ticked off the possibilities, he could attack the blonde and he was pretty sure that Meteor Rain would hit all the senshi as well as the blonde, or he could go for Zinkenite and hope to distract the blonde. It took him only a moment to decide, he jumped back getting further away from Zinkenite before he threw out his arm to point at him. "Meteor Rain!" There was a crackle of power and then flaming meteors the size of softballs started to fall from the sky in a 5-foot radius a foot or two off center from where Zinkenite was standing, it seemed like his aim wasn't quite perfect yet. If he moved quickly he'd be able to avoid it, or if he could bounce around like the blonde did he could try and avoid the individual meteors. Orion was hoping that he couldn't, and maybe the bouncing was just a result of whatever the tall one ate, but he wasn't really sure. This was the first time he'd run into Negaverse agents.

This wasn't good. With a negaverse agent on either side of them, Merope wasn't liking this sort of attention one bit. Sure, the short one seemed to just talk, but the blondie –

Merope whirled around, his back facing the wall as he placed his sides towards either lieutenant. There we go! Now he could watch both, as long as he turned his head. That was the plan, at least, until Orion arrived on the scene. Like Atlas, he offered a sympathetic wince, ”It's those boxes ma- is that a cardboard fort?!” before looking at Alcyone, confused. He tried to form words as he made a gesture to indicate Schee before sweeping his hands towards Zink. Negaverser plus Negaverser equals..???

Sailor Merope never got his answer, as Scheelite attacked and Orion responded with ”Meteor Rain!” behind him. With a yell that didn't have any relation to any pop culture icons, the sailor scout lunged forward towards his fallen comrade.

“Wave Fist!” He yelled, drawing back his right hand before throwing a punch at Scheelite, trying to knock him off the other sailor scout.

"Congratulations... you ride the tactical short bus." Quipped Zink barely managing to refrain from advising them to ponder WHY he might have been selected to join the negaverse when he so clearly lacked the physical prowess of some and or the energy of... well, Scheelite.

"Scheelite!" He called moving carefully at the fringes of the smog to keep out of reach...moving should keep him out if 'hand' too he hoped.

"We don't exactly have an ADVANTAGE" here!" He called and seated another smoke bomb and fired it at Merope.

He had been doing exactly what Alcyone had hoped for as Scheelite stalked her heels with his retort. His descriptions appalled her, and while she still felt that he wasn't as intimidating as the other agents she had encountered, he had still managed to take the life of a human being...and ate it? What kind of a moron was he anyways!?

She just needed to take a few steps faster to get the right distance out of the way. Just a few more feet...and then it all collapsed. He'd turn to attack her most beloved partner, succeeded, and suddenly there was smoke and meteors and water running all amuck. She couldn't help but stand there and stare in shock from all that went on, especially since there was very little she could do; if she tried to attack, it would just hit all of them. That was the last thing she wanted to accomplish in this failed group fight.

And then she saw it: a small window of opportunity as the blonde skipped to his partner, away from the smoke. Her gaze darted towards Atlas to see that, while he was physically down, his chest rose and lowered slowly in labored breathing. He was alive, but definitely hurt from all the punches delivered to his chest. It would be a tricky move to pull, but she was sure she could at least manage the first part of it.

"MEROPE!" She called out before suddenly bolting towards him. He should remember long afternoons practicing this particular acrobatic maneuver and Alba questioning its relevance to their patrols, but there she was, trying it out. With his arms out-stretched, he caught Alcyone as she leapt and threw her higher up into the air, away from the smoke. She executed a tuck and forward flip at the peak of the jump, and then aimed her heels at Scheelite. She hoped that, with any luck, she'll be able to take him down with her high-jump kick (al-though, in retrospect, they hadn't been able to practice with an actual target yet so this was probably a very bad idea).

Nobody took down Atlas without paying for the consequences.