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((Actually going to ROLL this time.))

[Order roll!]

Eternal Sailor Taranis was quickly remembering what it meant to be in a battle. He had been at the Surrounding, if only because the outer reaches of space continued to fascinate him, but since then, he hadn't done much of anything. This was an exercise in why it was so dangerous to fall out of shape when you were a solider, willing or not, in a war.

The signs of battle were already on him -- a nasty gash across his forearm, a bruise purpling on his chin, the stains and stings of all the firepower flying around the room. It was all he could do to hold his own, eternal or not. Cerulean eyes saw the two princesses duking it out above him. One of them was Polaris... Polaris. What had happened to the world that had made her better at kicking a** than him? His opinion of the girl was nowhere near as negative as it once was, but it still chapped his a** to see her so strong. By comparison, it made him feel weak.

A Captain was running past him, pursuing a basic senshi. Taranis leaped out, grabbed the guy by the arm and threw him backward. Perhaps it was time to take out a little of his aggression.



Kyanite was slowly gaining control of herself, tears drying. She was the kind of person who was strengthened by friendship. Even though she didn't know the people coming to her rescue, as far as she was concerned they were now her best friends in Chaos. If she could, she would spend her whole career thanking them for saving her life on this night.

A DMC senshi in black and purple handed a piece of fabric to the boy who was helping her. Kyanite took it and smiled. "Thank you so much -- I'm Kyanite." It was hardly the place for introductions, but hey, the lieutenant knew nothing of how she should behave. She gingerly took the fabric and blotted at her bloody lip. Her teeth hurt -- was it possible he had knocked one loose? She shuddered at the thought.

When the boy reached her hands out, Kyanite tensed. Magic still made her nervous. But no sooner had he said those strange words and Kyanite felt... better. Her ankle still smarted, but she gave it a test wiggle -- yes! She could definitely stand on it, maybe even run. And her teeth felt better too! There was still a soreness in her jaw, but it was nowhere near the pounding, unbearable thumping from earlier.

Slowly, she got to her feet, slinging her electrical cord over her shoulder. "You guys just saved my life," she said, nearly breathless. Purple eyes moved to the people who were fighting off the two eternals who had attacked her. "Should we help them? I don't know if I would be any use. I can go wherever you do -- try to help where I can?" It was obvious from Kyanite's tone that she had no idea what she was doing here, none at all. For a moment, she wished that she could heal like Virtus. Healing would have suited her personality much better.

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He felt horrible... for what they must all be thinking and feeling. The hate that was coursing through their blood and infecting everyone in the room. He hated that Kallichore had to witness something he could only imagine...

"No one is ******** trying!! You only believe what you want to believe, you only know what's right because that's what you think is right!" he said, pleading with Benitonite, not wanting him to continue killing, but he could understand why Kallichore wanted to demand justice. But he didn't want blood on her hands. He owed her that much. She couldn't be like these others.

"We're not gonna hurt him!" he snapped at Benitonite's overly dramatic way of trying to protect his Lieutenant, smacking one of Bazzite's shurikens out of the air like a bug before it could hit him. "You'll never find proof because no one is willing to try!" He remained in front of Kallichore, not wanting her to do something stupid, and Chaonis's and Remarque's warnings more or less ignored.

They might all be content with beating the s**t out of each other, but he wasn't.

His heart nearly dropped out of his chest as he saw Tsui racing towards them, towards Remarque at first, but it looked like she didn't really care who she hit as long as she attacked someone. Out of all the people on the 'other' side, he wanted Remarque hurt the least... but that wasn't what he was worried about. She was only just starting out... if she attacked a General or Eternal, who knew what would happen to her.

Just as he'd meddled in the affairs of Chaonis and Kallichore, Valhalla jumped in front of Remarque, his arms up to protect himself from a powerful punch from the girl. His saving grace was the leather vambrace that covered his forearm, which he'd thrown up in time to deflect her attack enough for her to only graze his cheek.

It was still enough to have him staggering backwards, but he'd rather stop Tsui from doing something stupid and risking her own life.

[Chaos, hourly]

Remarque sneered at Chaonis; his fist was curled by his side and it was hard not to just throw himself at the male and attack. He was unsatisfied with his fights thus far, and he didn’t have to kill anyone to be happy—he’d like if he could just get Chaonis to shut his mouth.

He wondered if he should grab Bazzite and get him out of this fray—particularly with all these order aligned people swarming the area. When Valhalla lurched, he initially thought it was to attack him and he took a step back, surprised by the Squire’s sudden desire for battle—until he realized that Valhalla was not attacking, but defending.

From Tsui, nonetheless. Tsui, that little brat, who still would not learn.

That she would even come near him was enough to enrage him—he watned to pummel her into the ground until she just laid there—until she didn’t even want to come after him again.

…But Valhalla’s back was turned. He was distracted with Tsui.

Which left Chaonis looking like a pretty good target again.

He did not think about his action; his hand curled into a fist and he moved with all his speed to throw an uppercut straight at Chaonis’ chin; he'd have been lying if he said he wasn't hoping all this talking would have left the male unprepared.

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Editing this out to move it down below MK's post~

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((Keeping forgetting about this whole rolling thing.))

The chain holding was a smart move, as he did yank. His blade was not the forgiving, clean-slicing type, but jagged. If too deep, it would become a hook. If short, it tore the flesh into brutal pieces.

At another time, he might have given her the chance to talk. To convert. To explain. He rarely ever got to see Lina, and they had only been brief glimpses. Now was not the time, not the state, for talking. He had been reminded of the cruelty and nature of senshi.

They were cowards. They tortured. They bleed the Negaverse like pigs. They were inhuman, and you had to be inhuman back.

Not releasing his hold of the chain, he moved in, wanting nothing more than to push that blade in further. Instead, he attempted to punch her in the chest. If she blocked,he'd attempt to direct his punch at her new wound and to pull his blade back.

(Order Hourly Roll)

Tsui wanted so desperately for her strike to hit either of the three Chaos members there; she didn't care who or how hard she'd hit, but she wanted that fist to connect. Even when it struck Valhalla, a part of her felt glee, knowing that someone, anyone would feel her wrath. But just as she watched the squire stagger backwards, she gave a growl, knowing nothing of his ordeal with Remarque and not caring at this point. She wasn't finished with this fight. She was NOT going to allow anyone to stand in her way of fighting the enemy now. Not even the one she supported earlier during the meeting in his talks of peace.

She gave him a warning before curling her bloodied fists again, the rage in her voice almost animalistic, even to herself. "Move. Aside."

Cora was not the type that was good at fightning. Her role in this war was the role of supporter, either by comforting her allies and figuring out with whatever problems they had. The battlefield was not the place where she felt strong.

Quite an opposite of that actually.

Under the stage floor was a little, pathetic feline creature. Her tail was curled around her tiny body, and behind the fur pink, scared eyes were looking at the total darkness around her.

"It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault....." she kept repeating. At times, when someone hitted againgst the stage, a scared squeak escaped from her mouth, resulting to nervous body shifting.

We're going to die.... I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'm sorry Polaris.... I'm sorry Oberon.... I'm sorry, Hypnos....

Hypnos and Oberon?! She had left Hypnos and Oberon in the middle of the battlefield! Suddenly, the realization of her actions hit her. What had she done? The guilt pressed her heart, almost like it could cut a wound in her. It felt so bad.

Could she redeem her mistakes? She... She had to try at least.

...

A moment after a guardian cat had gathered enough courage to peek at the battlefield from under the stage. It wasn't a pleasant sight, far from that. It was terrifying.

"Hypnos? Oberon?" she called out weakly. No answer. Cora looked at her surroundings warily and tried to decide her next move. Nervously, she padded around, near the stage until finally decided to jump on it. "Hypnoooos! Oberooon!" she called out while walking nervously on the stage, at times standing on her backpaws and trying to see better through the chaotic scenery. "Listen.. I'm sorry.. I'm not a good guardian cat.... I'm so so sorry."

Little did she know of the fact that she would be getting other kind of like company soon.