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What the hell had just hit him? it wasn't Camelot's green light, but it was a green light, and why the hell was his swinging arm going back over his head? Not to mention he was also now stepping backward. Finally he stopped himself from moving. That knight in front of him was the cause of this mix up between mind and body, and he was not pleased nor amused.

The glare on his face, if it could be seen through the mask he wore, would be enough to tell someone how displeased he was. "You...another one of your kind who can't keep themselves out of other peoples business." he hissed out while he tried to get his mind to think on how to move, or rather how he needed to move. But instead he found himself again swinging his weapon back over his head, anyone back there was in serious danger. "Bazzite! Get out from behind me, now!" He was not letting Bazzite get hurt, especially not by his own weapon. He was going to keep him safe, or at least as safe as he could. There was no way to keep Bazzite mentally safe from what he was seeing and what was going on.

"I don't really care what you say knight, you can claim something all you'd like. Proof is in the visual, not just the pretty words you speak." And right now there was no visual proof either way. So until there was he would fight, and fight for the side of the Negaverse.

[Chaos, hourly]

Remarque had been primed for this fight—determined that he’d make a good stand against Chaonis and get him to back the hell off. He’d seen Chaonis throwing a punch in his direction—but it never made contact.

For a brief second, Remarque was confused—until Valhalla spoke up. He didn’t know whether to be appreciative that Valhalla had spared him another blow or pissed that he was interfering. What was it with people, did they think he couldn’t handle himself? He could handle Chaonis—he didn’t need help, or for Valhalla to be giving him that look.

But he couldn’t stop fighting. Even if he did, Benitoite still had Kallichore to worry about, and if Remarque backed away and left, he’d be leaving him here vulnerable to three foes.

Valhalla might have pleaded for some sort of peace amongst everyone, though Remarque knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not when people were snapping necks and pummeling people to death. “Your words are lost here, Squire,” he said, tone clipped but not cold. “And I doubt now is the time to talk. Perhaps later.”

He glanced to Benitoite, trying to determine just what Valhalla had done. The General didn’t seem to be hurt in any way, but he still couldn’t quite determine just what Valhalla’s attack had done.

He wanted to get away from Valhalla—not because he was afraid of him, but because he was expected to be ruthless to the knights. “If you want peace, best first to leash your dogs,” he said to Valhalla, despite shooting his glare towars Chaonis.

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Lucifer Force

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Ganymede gaped as Valhalla went charging into battle without another word. He took two steps after him with the intention of calling him back, before he noticed where the squire was heading.

Kallichore! He could see her… and another senshi he didn’t know… and a Nega in a uniform he very vaguely recognized—though it might look a little fancier than last time; it was hard to tell from this distance—along with a senshi with a pair of dark wings that had to either be a Dark Mirror senshi or one of the Negaverse’s corrupted senshi.

And Val just charged right in like it was nobody’s business.

In his distraction, Ganymede almost missed the stray Nega that approached to attack, and whipped around just in time to see Oberon take care of the problem for him. Ganymede’s heart was beating a mile a minute, practically jumping up his throat with all the commotion. Even when he wasn’t inhaling as much toxic fumes as before, breathing still wasn’t always easy.

“Oberon…” he began. At first he meant to lecture him and send him back to where he’d be safe, but when he thought about it there wasn’t any true safe place around here and as it turned out the chibi senshi had actually helped, so instead he choked and said, “Thanks…”

Chaos Hourly Roll - Bazzite

Bazzite had stuck to his general's back as much as he could, throwing paper shuriken whenever anyone Orderly happened to fall into his line of sight. He spotted Painite being all badass and he waved to her before he realized where he was. Benitoite's orders rang loud and clear, but he couldn't leave his general's side!

They had a war to win!

"I can't go anywhere, Beni! I gotta... I gotta protect you--ACK!" Some random page came flying at him and the little ninja used his general's shoulders as a springboard to keep from crashing into her. "EEK! Beni, man this place is dangerous! Wait, who're these guys?" The poor boy shot a look to the two eternal senshi and the squire. "Where'd they come from? EAT SHURIKEN!"

Folded paper went flying in a flurry towards them. Like it would do anything but Bazzite felt better about himself!

Well alright she had a point in that the officer laying on the floor had not yet tried to kill her, but the threat had been implied. Killing Lina for turning traitor was the one thing General-King Zinkenite had as-yet refused to do because he had the unhinged notion that she might actually want to go back. To be with those she cared about again, to get away from the idiocy that Lina Knight now knew was infecting the White Moon like a cancer, perhaps. But all that would have waited for her was punishment and scorn, two things she'd had more than enough of for a lifetime.

She didn't get a chance to say any of that though because out of what seemed like nowhere charged Wolframite, someone whose name she knew well but whose instability she had never expected. Certainly she did not expect him to fling out his weapon at her with that strange smile, something about howling in his words? She didn't catch it because Camelot was also calling her name!

It slowed her reflexes so that Lina could only get her arm up to try and deflect it, slicing deeply into her flesh so that blood started to flow with ease. A few inches higher and Wolf might have succeeded in killing Lina and making it look like she'd tried to commit suicide.

How ironic.

Crying out now in pain from the surprise of where it had hit, the rest of her breath was used for something of purpose. "Camelot you can barely stand. Get out of here! You're needed for more than this." More than stupid, mindless battle with no purpose than to kill as much as possible in a surprise ambush. Oh hell was she being a hero? Damn, she hated proving the Negaverse right sometimes.

Reaching out, Lina tried to grab the chain of Wolf's weapon before the general could pull it back, hoping that she could maybe yank it away. It would be futile for more than a minute since Wolframite could just summon it straight out of her hands, but it would give them a few seconds at least.

Order Hourly Roll - Kallichore

She was about to go for Benitoite's hair. The hair on his head, maybe the hair on his legs... wait, he probably shaved those. Well, the hair on his head would have done just fine. She was prepared to toss her gloves aside to bite and scratch and pull hair and just all-out catfight the general when Valhalla stepped in between them and used his magic. Kallichore was mildly offended.

"Valhalla? This isn't going to end peacefully!" She could see the rage in Benitoite's eyes just like it burned in her own. She wanted him to suffer for killing that senshi right in front of her, ripping the starseed right out of her chest. It was the first starseed she'd ever seen and Kallichore wished with all her heart that it hadn't had to be this way. "He's killed another one of us during this battle, Valhalla! Right in front of me! ....pulled it right out of her!"

Maybe the Squire would understand and try not to come between them.

She turned to Chaonis. "Cheap tricks won't bring you down, will they, Chaonis?"

Chaos Hourly Roll - Carnelian

"My love! You've made it! And not a scratch on you. I wouldn't have thought any less of you." Carnelian placed a warm kiss on Euclase's forehead and sighed happily. At least now they could team up and do what they could. Euclase was much more of a fighter than he was - he would leave the a**-kicking to her. Now, where was Lenka?

"There was this adorable little girl named Lenka... there are some children here, love, but we should leave them alone. We have our orders." Carnelian stood near his love, the corrupted senshi of suffering, and stayed on the lookout for anyone trying to attack them. They may have been lower level, but that didn't mean they couldn't put up a fight!

(Order Hourly Roll)

It was no use. Tsui searched, dirtying her hands with blood, sweat and dust, but she couldn't find the starseed. She looked back at the page, only to be met with the lifeless stare. He wasn't breathing or moving. He was dead.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." It was all that Tsui could manage to say to him, before turning away and forcing herself back up to her feet. Maybe there was another she could save or help? What had happened to the others? Kallichore, Pasiphae, Ganymede, Valhalla or Oberon? Even the one that rammed into her? Were they alright? Were they already dead?

'If they are, then... then I'll take out a few Negaversers and DMC to go along with them!' Her once 'let's have peace' mindset was gone entirely from her mind. The Chaos faction had killed... in cold blood! That was not fair... but this was war. And war... was not fair.

Her eyes caught sight of a familiar face, and Tsui rushed towards Remarque once more. The ordeal she had with him prior to this evening did nothing as to why she was charging towards him now, bloodied fingers curled tightly into fists and gritting her teeth so hard that her entire face ached. No, that rivalry was dead; replaced only with the urge to smash his, or any member of the Chaos faction's face right into their skull. This. Was. WAR.