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Alkaid's head and shoulders collided roughly with the stone floor beneath her. Pain shot out and clouded her eyes, making stars dance across her dark vision. As her vision danced and sparkled, she was vaguely aware of the eternal that was pinning her down.

Even though her dizziness, she grimaced - she didn't like it so much when the tables were turned.

She lay there for a moment as Alixa vanished with a rather cheesy line from the Lion King, then began to pull herself up using the aid of the wall for balance. When her eyes finally DID clear, all she saw was Promiska - taking advantage of a poor lieutenant.

She didn't speak as she rushed forward, bringing up a leg in a graceful twirl and landing a kick right in the super's side.

HP: 18

What was going on?? She wasn't used to fighting like this. Not in the least! Sure, she had stolen energy, but she was too new at this to have even taken a starseed!

Lieutenant Kazite found herself frozen in fear after having attacked one of the Senshi, horrified by the sheer violence they deployed on her comrades. Maybe she was in over her head, but knowing others like her had been taken, threatened to be killed... she couldn't just stand idly in the corner. She had to fight, even if she wasn't the strongest or all that cunning. She held up her hand in a panicked little jerk, summoning her weapon — a simple, tiny bottle of perfume — and wrapped her fingers around the glass.

She cringed, letting out a pathetic sounding sob as she heard the snap of a bone, her eyes closing tightly for a few moments as she settled her stomach. Violence? Sure, she was fine with violence. She was fine with hurting others and subduing them to steal their energy, but to watch others that she... sort of knew get hurt? It made her sick... made her angry...

Dark grey eyes opened to glare at the Senshi attacking one of the other lieutenants. She didn't know her name, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to let her die.

Kazite lunged forward with a newfound desire for blood (and not the kind to drink), attempting to jump at Permiska and grab her shoulders, or her arm, or anything to prevent her from attacking the dark haired girl. They were bugs, huh? Well, this bug was going to bite, and bite hard, even as she let out a cry of pain as she was hit by the attack meant for the other Lieutenant, shoving her out of the way and taking the kick for her.

Lt. Kazite will not watch Moonstone be killed by these monsters!

HP: 20

Alkaid was not so easily evaded. As Promiska moved to go after her companions, Alkaid followed behind. She could see the end was near for the super - she was wearing out and her body was wearing down. Vomiting blood was a pretty obvious sign of defeat, she found.

She closed in on her once more and, while she was distracted attacking the others, reached out to grab the girl by the hair at the back of her head. She wrenched her back, pulling her head backwards and her body close to Alkaid's own. Then, with a dangerous gleam in her eyes, she leaned down and put her lips close to Promiska's ear.

"The negaverse will always prevail," it was cold, heartless, and the hand in her hair curled and tightened on its grip. The other reached down while the girl fought to free herself and gripped the arrow, ripping it out of her side. Blood gushed, pouring over her fuku and onto the floor in a puddle around their feet.

Alkaid brought the arrow up and centered it over her upper ribcage, to the side. She curled her fist so tight in the super's hair that she thought she might snap her head clean off her neck, but it was an effective way to hold her down as she struggled. Then she pulled her hand back and slammed the arrow at an upward angle. It snagged at first, but she gave it another shove, forcing it through the gap in her ribs and straight into that barely-beating heart.

Then she simply let go and stepped back, leaving Promiska to support herself for the few remaining seconds she had left. Alkaid just watched, blank and empty, as her first kill floundered for life. She had always thought it would be more painful, to kill someone who had once been her companion, fighting for the same blind cause - but all Alkaid felt was pity.

Pity that her soul had been wasted over such misplaced loyalty.

HP: 18

Usually, Jack adored women. It didn't really matter what shape or what size they came in. He had a soft spot for all of them and was, as Lt. Proustite, more likely to target men. This had nothing to do with his ego, and everything to do with his preference for the (reportedly) fairer sex. The less men there were with enough energy to flirt, the more ladies there were for Jack.

Sometimes, he liked to imagine that a pretty girl, overwhelmed by his good looks and diamond smile, would just approach him on the street and steal his lips for a kiss.

But he'd never really expected that it would happen. And he'd never expected to feel violated.

Proustite's lips curled into a snarl around Permiska's kiss. He stumbled backwards with a hiss, away from her, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Oh, god, he hoped he didn't catch something.

He looked to Sassolite when she interceded on his behalf, and felt a surge of gratitude for his Captain. The lips Permiska had so brutally assaulted twisted into a satisfied smirk when Sassolite's arrow struck true. Proustite, unapologetic, gestured carelessly at her injury with his hand.

"Nice shot, Sass, " his whistle of approval was cut off almost at once by a howl of pain when Permiska seized his hand, "Ow. Ow. Let go of my finger, you psychotic piece of senshi trash."

And then his finger was broken, and-- oh ********. Oh <********>. That hurt. Proustite blanched. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth.

That was it. b***h was gonna get hers.

Proustite, desperately ignoring the way his poor finger cried out for attention, was close behind Alkaid, with his hula hoop clutched tightly in his good hand. The specifics of his intentions were unclear, but it was easy to tell, from the hard look on his face, that they did not mean good things for Permiska. Her bloodlust had unleashed a vengeful wrath in this Lieutenant's eager heart, and he was determined to watch the life as it drained from her eyes-- onto his hands.

But Alkaid stole that from him.

"You know," he couldn't help the bark in his tone, and seethed a little at the corrupted senshi, even as Permiska's blood pooled at his feet, "sharing is caring."

Jack was in a bad mood. He was not above taking it out on his teammates.

Frustrated, growling inaudible words under his breath, Lieutenant Proustite turned towards the remaining Dread Sister. Her other half had broken his finger. It felt like it was on ******** fire. Somebody had to pay, but Permiska was already dead.

Alkaid avoided the brunt of his anger by virtue of being corrupted. Their purpose today was the same. He had to struggle, to remember that, and focused his energy instead on Alixa.

"Its your turn, now," he said, brown eyes flashing with fury, and launched himself at the eternal senshi; aiming a punch at her nose.

HP: 22

Alkaid's hand curled around the object she had pulled from Promiska's hair, then she carefully tucked it away inside of her long, black gloves where it would be hidden and safe. She looked up just in time to see a disappointed lieutenant staring at her, and the words he spoke made her narrow her eyes.

"This mission is not about you," it was short, crisp - a stated fact. She was not going to sit here and argue with children when she could feel their General-King somewhere beyond them in the depths of the warehouse. He had to be close to her and she needed to be there to help them now. There was no time to stay here wasting time.

She took a few steps back as the eternal senshi rushed to save her sister, watching as she vainly tried to hold on to a life that was already gone. The sentiment was moving, but not so much that Alkaid was going to walk out of this battle.

Once Alixa struck out in rage, Alkaid responded in kind. She surged forward and plowed a fist squarely into her gut. She was all business now, she had a job to finish.

HP: 18