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"Surprise, you're not the only one with money." So, Nemesis was entitled to say whatever the hell she wanted too. If she wanted to call Rosalind a whore, a tramp, and prissy b***h, then she very well would. Actually, Nemesis didn't need money as an excuse to say those things. Nemesis made no excuses when it came to her hate. It was only depressing that Rosalind thought that she needed an excuse to be angry at someone.

Lifting a hand, she batted the white piece of fabric away from her face, looking mildly unimpressed with Rosalind's new form of attack. "What, is that your new ability, summoning clothes? Brilliant," she teased with a hiss. Nemesis didn't have time to make further comment on how much she hated Rosalind, because the senshi's palm smacked across her face. Now, Nemesis had been b***h-slapped before in her life, but still thought it was ineffective compared to punching an opponent. Still, it stung, and was just degrading enough to infuriate the Soldier of Decay once again.

"Ah, I see, why yes, I'll add another bruise to the right side of your face to match the one on your left!" she cackled, balling her hand into a fist and aiming a punch at the senshi's face in retaliation.

Nemesis stared, unimpressed, for a few long seconds. It might have even ticked on to minutes if there were not more important things at hand. Her lips formed a flat line, he brows knitted together just slightly. She was thoroughly convinced that Rosalind was crazy. How could the senshi even think that she was winning this little fight? Rosalind had more bruises and cuts on her than Nemesis did, and what was more important, Nemesis was more than ready to kick Rosalind's a** a few times over. But, she played along, if only because Rosalind was making a slow approach towards her. Once the b***h was within her reach...

She didn't say a word, not until Rosalind's hand was just inches away from her own. The wickedest smile curved her lips, a dark glint reaching her eyes. "You're ******** crazy," she purred. One hand lashed to grab the back of Rosalind's head, the other reaching to the senshi's bodice to grab a hold of her. The intention had been to throw Rosalind to the ground, but her nails snagged the fabric, tearing it a little too effortlessly. It meant that Nemesis lost her grip on her victim, though Rosalind might be a little humiliated with how ruffles pillowed through the tears in her bodice.

"Ten bucks says you'll want this video." His phone was flipped open, filming the debacle. His duty was supposedly to go and stop his fellow senshi from fighting but, as Castor he would have run into two problems. One was Rosalind, who still had an ego larger then her bust size. And the second was Nemesis, who we was sure could render him infertile with her gaze alone. Nope. Elzo was content to play civilian. And if ether of them came after him, (they might), he could always go hide in a dumpster somewhere. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd hidden in a dumpster to avoid crazy chicks.

Pulling out a bad of pretzels from his pocket he offered some to his companion. "I think when I post this to youtube I'm going to call it 'Girls Gone Wild: Terrorist Edition'" A smile was on his face. Oh yes. He was so going to post it to youtube. Nem and Rosa wouldn't live it down if he could help it.

Nemesis couldn't help it, she laughed at her enemy's plight. It was hilarious to see the girl try to gather all the folds of fabric back to her chest to conceal her bare skin. It was the perfect revenge! Everything Rosalind had tried to do to her was done twice as worst back to her. If Nemesis got scratched, Rosalind got punched. If Nemesis' fuku got torn, Rosalind's got practically ripped in half! That was how Nemesis handled revenge, and to rub in Rosalind's APPARENT loss, she continued to cackle at the poor Soldier of Wealth. "And you called ME fat. No wonder your fuku is so structured, it's to hide how ******** POUCHY you are!"

Nemesis was not above making fat jokes, she really wasn't.

Her laughter began to die away, and when it wasn't filled with the sounds of their struggle she distinctly could hear someone else in the area. Her attention focused off of Rosalind, and instead on an area of the park that was just densely covered enough to conceal the sources of outside noise. "Shut the ******** up," she said quickly to Rosalind, lifting a hand to halt the girl's progress. There were more important things on her mind! Anyways, the battle with Rosalind was a decisive victory. Nemesis didn't see it any other way.

Turning on her heel, she headed towards Khaldun and Elzo, her gaze flat, irritation lining the features of her face. "I heeaaarrrr you."

Bitches better run.

If there were another youma to be found, or an evil agent of the Negaverse, Rosalind did not want to be part of this battle. Her fabulous frills puddled around her feet, looking like Cinderella after she had her pink gown massacred by her stepsisters. Besides, if Sailor Nemesis was truly the tough girl she acted like, she'd be fine. The auburn-haired soldier wasn't even sure what it was that Nemesis was so weary of, but whatever the case, she didn't want a part of it.

But wait. What if it was a newscaster?

Not wanting to be the calling card for sailor-suited catfights, Sailor Rosalind decided it would probably be best to abandon the situation. Not even the most delectable chocolate in the world could coax Rosalind into staying in the situation. As it stood, there wasn't much keeping her there in the first place-- the ugly Nemesis and her disgusting boy-like mouth wasn't exactly the best of company, and her fuku began to fall apart, piece by piece.

As the tomboy continued to find whatever it was she heard (or maybe she was crazy? Probably so), Rosalind turned tail and dashed off into the distance, her gold heels clacking on the pavement all the while. And not a moment too soon, as when she was just barely out of sight, Rosalind's fuku disintegrated and she reverted back into her civilian form, Elegancia.

((fin.))