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Leave it to Castor to pick probably the most dangerous youma he could pick for her and her attack...it looked like it was a change of plans. There was no way her lips were going ANYWHERE NEAR the vicinity of that beast and its acid spitting disgusting face. "Where the hell did you find that thing? Drudging through a tar pit lately?" Ugh, it was the most disgusting youma she'd seen to date.

Perseus took a defensive stance, watching as Rosalind let her coins fall onto the youma. "Rosalind, move!" She was beginning to realize more and more that careful planning and strategical thinking really meant nothing when done ahead of time, and that the only true way to go about things was to think on her feet.

The senshi moved quickly, shoving into the side of it, hoping to knock it off its course from her teammate. It was more solid than she had imagined, and its acid had leaked onto her skin. Perseus wiped it off as quickly as she could before moving to to kick the creature hard. The acid was mild enough to not eat through her skin, but it still stung and burned where it made contact with her skin.

Yup, no way she was kissing this thing.

No. way.

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When Castor delivered the delightful news, Merope was apprehensive. He couldn't resist looking at his teammates with a bit of suspicion – blinding? Coins? At least Perseus didn't seem as hazardous to his health as the other two did, but he still wasn't sure what her attack was about. He nodded to her plan, having nothing else to suggest: he was, more or less, more muscle than anything else for a senshi. Plans that he made were usually made on the spot, rather than ahead of time. Pre-planning was a foreign and unknown territory to him.

But there wasn't time for any more planning. Instead, he stared as the other senshi rushed past him to attack. “Where did you --” he began, cutting himself short as Sailor Rosalind summoned coins, causing it to begin following her. Great! He watched the youma for a moment, looking around before sprinting and jumping, landing and nearly falling off a stack of boxes. “I'm going to try and land on it!” He called out, completely missing the point that the creature was covered in acid and that such an attack would be rather stupid.

But, hey – providing he manages to land on it, it'll look cool!

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“Agh!” Merope sputtered as he landed with a jolt, scrambling to grab ahold of one of its bioluminescent spines. “AGGGH!” He held onto the spines as tight as he could – the side-to-side motion of the beast did not help him in the slightest. The senshi wrapped his legs as best as he could around it before shouting, “Wave Fist!” and driving an oceantastic fist into its tail.

The youma roared in surprise at the combination of Sailor Hestia and Merope's attacks, the beast stumbling back and shaking its head. Blind, it went to whirl around and snap at the senshi on its tail. Unfortunately for Merope, a rigid tail makes for a rather effective catapult -- the force of the motion was enough to fling the senshi off of the creature and straight into a stack of crates.

What the heck kind of a youma did Castor get his hands on, and what twisted lieutenant spawned that hideous fiend?! These questions, and thoughts of a luxurious bubble bath after the battle filled Rosalind's mind. Would she use potpurri in the tub, or not...? She resumed her attention on the battle, watching Merope and Hestia each utilize their own tactics. Rosalind had no claim for being tactful, but Merope put her on new standards of battle intelligence. Did he seriously try to straddle the beast?

No matter, she needed to contribute just as much as they were, as did Perseus.

When the creature began to contort and crack into a new beast, Rosalind shuddered in disgust. This really needed to end, and soon. What caught her attention more than the youma, though, was Sailor Hestia. It would have paid for her to pay attention to their introductions, but she didn't, and as such, assumed her to be the Soldier of Hired Help. Why didn't she clean up after all the super-powered battles? Certainly, civilians would have a better opinion of senshi if she were to do so.

At any rate, Rosalind shook herself out of her wandering mind once more and began to think up the best course of action. The Soldier of Wealth daintily traipsed over to a crate of some sort of product, picked it up and lugged it over to the beast. As best as she could, Rosalind under-handedly threw tossed the box into the youma. "Take that, you awful brute!!"

CRASH!

Sailor Merope winced as his back connected with the first box, the force of the throw forcing the box to tumble with him to the warehouse floor. He continued to roll, letting out a low "Oomph!" as he rolled from box to concrete.He lay there, dazed as he tried to make sense of where he was. It was certainly colder -- his right side was soaked from his unfocused wave-punch, and the winter's chill of concrete did its best to sap his warmth.

He groaned and struggled to sit up, groaning. His back ached -- tonight he would find sleeping difficult. As Perseus called out to him, he grumbled in reply as he struggled to sit up and get out of the way, staring at the lurching beast in shock. "Wh-what the?!"

It was a hard night for boxes and packing crates, not to mention senshi fighting the (slightly used) a**-end of evil. Hestia, however, had used her attack. Properly. Successfully. And if the results were less than Total Annihilation? At least she didn't manage to blind her teammates.

She'd been moving to help Merope when the orders came from on high, and there was definite merit in them. Better to take out the threat now, and then see if Merope would like a towel and a warm drink. Fortunately, the mass box-icide left plenty of sharp, stab-handy pieces of wood laying around. Palming one with a crisp, "Yes, sir!" The small senshi sprang forward, charging for the eye.

Sadly, she hadn't the time to think of an exciting and awe-inspiring name for this sort of attack. She could only hope that the lack wouldn't affect the damage too terribly much.