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White light, a ringing in his ears, the thrum of his pulse echoing in his skull. A punch right to his face. Taranis was looking for a fight and now, he'd gotten one. All of that pent of anger Castor felt at his relationship with the negaverse general came out in a wordless battle cry as his own hand reached out to grab something, anything. With one hand broken he couldn't do a traditional punch back.

Grabbing Taranis's ascot however, Castor could still headbutt. "At least you have Magellan back!" He tasted copper. The punch to his face had split his lip. "Unlike you I can never have Lina!"

******** his broken hand. ******** his love life. ******** him. Castor was not liking this, not a bit. He knew by the stinging throb he'd have a black eye. With Taranis on top of him, he couldn't do much. His good hand was pinned. He hated what he was going to have to do to get his friend off of him.
Castor kneed Taranis.

In the balls.

It got in his mouth. Taranis's ball got in his mouth. It was salty, gritty, and purely nasty. Spitting wildly, Castor's brain focused on the fact that mud and sand tasted worse then the bruise that would later be blossoming on his chest. "Augh ******** nasty a**-" He spat out the last grains of sand.
"Stinging storm" He didn't want to cut. He wanted balls. He wanted it to pound. To hurt.

Senshi fighting senshi. He'd hounded both Taranis and Rosalind for this same thing. Only now love was one the line. Not pride. Castor would argue that senshi fought for love. So this fight didn't count. Plus it was over a girl. Fighting over a girl was a totally different set of rules.
Totally.

WHAT WAS WITH TARANIS AND HIM THROWING HIS BALLS INTO HIS FACE?
Castor felt it impact and it send him staggering. Something warm and wet ran from his nose. Sand and mud in his mouth again, more spitting. Then words rang out. Bull in china shop? Thy name was Castor. A strangled cry as the hail senshi run into the jungle gym, enraged. "Oh? If I'm such a man whore maybe I should go find your girlfriend huh?" He was aiming low. "Lord knows you don't have the balls to ******** her, let alone make a move." Really low.

And by low, it was most definitely below the belt, in more ways then one.

It was al all out wise fist fight. With one hand striking out, his other arms blocked, fist useless. ut unless he did something soon, Taranis might kill him. Or beat even more s**t out of him. So many emotions conflicted inside of him, Castor could only think of one thing.
"HEAVENS FURY!"
It was on his leaf hand, weaker, blunt. Aimed at his friend once more.

The Castor that hit Taranis was not the same one that had made attempts to help the lunars, the Castor that hit Taranis was the confused newborn senshi of a year ago, swinging wildly without thinking about the price for his actions. Testosterone filled angst powered him beyond his limits, the ice on his fist still whole and unbroken. "Don't you ever call Lina a whore." Walking up, the senshi was blind. Blinded by anger, by loss, by love.

Fist raised, Castor wasn't done. Not yet.

When Taranis backed into a corner it was like seeing an image of his past. The fear of pain sending him to hide in corner to protect his vitals. The place you scrambled to get to in a fight to save yourself. It was the action of one who couldn't fight back. Of helplessness. And Castor was that close to beating Taranis into a corner. Castor was going to beat someone who had given a wordless surrender. It was not Castor. That man was not Castor.
His fist dropped to his side as anger fell to sadness. Sadness, to a deep gut reaching anguish.

The ice melted quickly, water dripping onto the ground, harmlessly trickling by into the fallen leaves. "I would prefer a world where we didn't have to fight." An ideal world, the world he dreamed of for a year, and clung to like a child. "That's what I would have preferred." He backed away. "Sadly we don't always get what we want."

The physical fight was over, yet even so, no clear winner was to be seen. They had both lost in one way or another. As Castor back away, he moved to the swing set sat down, rocking gently back and forth. "It was winter." Castor smiled. "My ankle was still healing from when the general king hit me. I was resting when she showed up, neither of wanted a fight and so..we talked." A shoe kicked into the barkchips. "And...I dunno. She was so human then. I was just a newbie. We were young, innocent. The war hadn't really started. Not for us." Eyes scanned the horizon. He could still remember each moment of that night. Vivid and clear. "I kissed her and slowly...realized I felt something for her. Time and time again I saw her, and eventually, I found my heart lost to her. She could have killed me so many times. But...it never came. My feels were returned. But then-" In his hand ice formed as if he was to attack. But it was not covering his glove. It was growing, being shaped.

"Then the war became real. Beryl replaced the General King. Deaths started to roll in. Our love placed us in danger, and we found that the world we so desired, the world I promised I'd build for her, a world without this needless war...Only then did it sink in to be just that." Whatever he formed in his hand was done being shaped. Castor observed it. Fingers running along the edges. "A dream."

Getting up from the swing, Castor was done. Done with fighting his comrade. Of hiding parts of his past. Castor was done. Placing the thing he formed with ice on the pavement he pushed it towards Taranis, unwilling to get close. A flower made of ice, a daisy. Ice was not his sphere, yet it was his medium. He'd formed it from small fragments of hail, calling each one to fall in a certain shape and land in a certain point, all to form a specific object. It had to take full focus to make, countless hours of tedious practice. And it was obvious, he'd done it for her.

"Understand Taranis, she's mine not because she is a general, not because she is a threat, but she is mine because I love her." The flower slowly began to melt. "And it's because I love her..that I have to be the one to kill her." Castor's eyes were glossy. "I have to kill her...to save her from what she has become."