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Laurelite's eyes lifted to Castor when he spoke, but she only grinned and forced another foul wave of chaos into Harmonia's body.

"You think yourself something special, Prince? Cockroaches are noted for their survival as well. You are but that to me, and less to Metallia. Go back to whatever corner of the Earth you crawled from."

Her eyes shot to Oberon swinging the mop in her face; he was only a child, but he was a senshi. Perhaps it was her attempt at mercy when she swung the back of the scythe at him, attempting to hit him with the blunt edge of the pole rather than slice his head off.

Her scythe and arm were longer than his reach with the mop; she used it to try and shove him away rather than end him. For now.

Babylon, however, was not so lucky. The second his lantern struck her, the scythe jeered towards him like a snake waiting to strike. Her head hurt, but she was far from impaired.

She did not drop Harmonia, and even as her head was ringing, and it was easy to ignore Ganymede. She loathed the princess, and she was keen to see her suffer. One way or the other.

Liryn hit her with his little laser, but she looked down at him disinterested. She had been slowed enough this battle, and though she felt like her body did not want to move, she forced it to.

This time, away from Harmonia.

Even as Athene's beads appeared around her, she stood.

But the damage had been done; she had left a seed of Chaos in Harmonia's chest, in the same way she had Valhalla's, once, long ago. She did not need to make contact with the starseed; the chaos would slowly poison her and finish the deed.

Letting her focus on more pressing matters.

Grus' feathers splattered into her and burned. The marks appeared on her almost instantly, but Laurelite looked like she had shut down after Ganymede's attacks. She was not reacting to pain like she should have been.

She was barely reacting to anything.

She tried to step over the ring of beads but found herself stopped—and glowered at Athene.

Her attention returned to Grus, and though she could not move outside of the ring, she slashed at the beads, and then in frustration she hurled her scythe through the air, sending it flying towards the two senshi. Even if both Grus and Athene dodged, Gevaudan was not so far away that he was out of the line of damage.

Laurelite had a special place in her heart for traitors. She would have liked to see them bleed.

And then—Elpis' magic hit her and it hurt.

Now, almost frantically, Laurelite scratched at where the feathers had been, trying to dispel the pain. She could only mask so much of it.

"Huntite!" she commanded; he was in . "Get rid of that one!" Her finger jeered towards Elpis.

Her hands clenched into fists as she tried once more to step past Athene's beads; the barrier around her was weakening—and as soon as she was free, she was going back to the battlefield.

She owed Ganymede for harming her people. She searched the crowd for the faces of all who had attacked her, personally, tonight.

They were on her list.

And maybe Castor's head might soothe Metallia after losing Apatite.

But then, Cyllene surprised her. She had been vaguely aware that the senshi was conversing with some agents, but she could not have anticipated this. This was not an accident—not if she had ever seen one.

The acid sprayed in her face and Laurelite let out a surprised scream—and then a low growl. Her scythe immediately appeared in her hands again; she swiped at the senshi with no mercy, regardless of what color she wore or to whom she claimed alliance.

And then Athene's magic wore off and even as she had one arm to her eyes, desperately trying to wipe away the sensation of burning acid, she slashed at everyone around her.

Perhaps their was a bit of kindness in this; she could not see her targets, and she consciously swung her blade backwards, as if only to stun rather than immediately kill.

She would not knowingly kill one of her officers.

Except, perhaps, Cyllene.

Cyllene might have deserved it.

Laurelite could barely see—but she could feel. And she felt the presence of a Princess near to her. She offered a quick glance to confirm it was Ganymede, and with a growl of anger she once more flipped her scythe so that she was wielding the blade again—and slammed it towards the center of the girl's chest.

Cetus – finally caught up with Sabine, Phact and them.

Looking to the Mars knight he decided to answer his question. “Found them in the basement of what seemed to be barracks and a medical area.” He said and paused, shocked, when the other dropped so suddenly – what the ********? He didn’t have a clue what was happening but he moved from Kastra’s side in order to protect the downed knight till he could get back onto his feet.

Looking to Havasu who was trying to get the knight up he shook his head. “Don’t. I got it.” He said moving to bend down in front of the mars knight. “Get on my back, I’ll carry you.” He said hoping the knight could at least do that. He could carry him, more than able to do such things. It meant his hands would be busy and he couldn’t use his magic or attack anything. But it would get the knight out of here as well as the code, which he didn’t have a clue about. But if it was important than its best if they got it out of here also.

“Havasu, take my place with Kastra please. The back is safe and she can subdue most things.” So he wouldn’t need to worry about hurting himself further. A glance to Nirvana ahd him shaking his head. “I got the knight, don’t worry.” Maybe, if need be, he could free up a hand in order to at least use his magic, which he’d not yet used. Yup, he would carry the knight. “Just make sure everyone is alright, please Nirvana?” He asked nodding to their group. “Get them out of here. I’ll get the knight out.” Not knowing his name at all, he would get him out of here either way.

Eternal Chaldene, rejoining Phact’s group.

Stepping around another downed Negaverse officer the senshi shook his head. He had no idea what the ******** that spell was or what it did but it was a whole load of awesome, as far as he was concerned. Though it did seem to have downed a few of their own. It certainly made things safer for them to make their great escape. Running his fingers through his hair he soon came across Phact’s group again and approached Kastra. His hands sunk into the pockets of his uniform as he came up to them. He would really be hurting later but right now he was dealing with it as he looked her over. “Pick that skirt up and lets move, if you got a power like that get to the front. It might be better to cast it just ahead of us all. I’ll see if I can’t get some magic going also.”

He didn’t know what he had left in him, he was sore, hurting like hell, and had used a lot of magic. But he’d try and force more from himself if he could – if it would help. “It seems a new member to your group is down also…we should get things rolling before we get ********. Those officers are not gonna be happy when they get up.” He said nodding his head.

“Phact, get them to the portal now. Kastra will go ahead in case her magic can be used to make it easier to get out. I can go ahead also and see if I can’t do something as well.” Provide some sort of distraction. He’d do whatever he could manage.

General Witchite, Nega Disposable - Someone needs to stop reading Joker Comics

The punch to the face was dead on. At least it would have been had the general not suddenly disappeared leaving nothing more than rocks for the woman to hit followed by the sound of a disc.

Witchite reappeared still on her back just feet from Avalon. It was enough room that the general brought her bladed staff swinging towards Avalon's back, completely missing the fact another had joined the fun.

Just as she was about to swing back to her feet, the burning power of the Princess crystal passed over her. That was more pain that any human could have brought Witchite as he let out a scream like a banshee. Just how many had she killed in her time as an agent anyway? But her entire body burned as she cried once more, unable to attack until the pain cleared off.

Sabine, Senshi of Tactics

When Kairatos went down, Sabine wasn't sure why. That scared her, and it had caused her to freeze up for a moment, wondering if there was some sort of invisible sniper taking pot shots at obvious targets. She didn't know what to do, she was so in over her head she didn't even know which was was up anymore. She was torn between screaming, crying, hyperventilating, and being sick. Her hands gripped tighter on the pail in her hands, knowing that above anything else, they had to get out of there.

She needed to get out of there.

It wasn't until Cetus had scooped Kairatos up, and Phact had started speaking to him and others, that she finally snapped out of her meltdown. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she steeled herself, and quickly started moving for the portal again, hoping against hope that someone had managed to save the poor girl getting corrupted. She wanted to help, wished she could help... But they had to get the starseeds and whatever Kairatos had out.



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Corinth, Page of Neptune

At Dallol's words he winced, cursing low under his breath as he quickly took her hand and pulled her toward the portal. "Not much we can do for her right now..." He said, trying to weave them through the battlefield and away from the enraged General-Queen. "I have one responsibility right now, and that's getting you out of this alive."

Any other day... any other situation and he'd of suggested they render aid. But they were behind enenmy lines, and in a bad, bad place to be trapped. He didn't want to... no. He couldn't risk Dallol for Harmonia.

Lt. Huntite

As the magic faded Huntite took a few deep breaths and listened to what Benitoite had to saw about what magic can do. He had been getting up to his feet shakily when Laurelite ordered him after Elpis and he was quick to straighten up. On one hand he was shocked that the General Queen had singled him out instead of the General but on the other hand some part of him was gleeful at the opportunity to both show he was dedicated to the cause and another crack at the intruders.

"Yes Ma'am!" He said back and and started to head for the pointed out Senshi. He had to walk a few steps before he was more sure on his feet then he moved quicker. "Guess this time you get to fight me instead of the General." He said when he was closer, recognizing Elpis as one of the Senshi from earlier in the castle. He didn't wait for a response, instead he went about following his sovereigns orders by lashing out with a punch.

Erebus, Squire of Saturn ~ With Venice and Phact's group

Erebus could see Nirvana set Havasu's shoulder and gave a wince even as he went along with Venice pulling him forward. While he had never had the 'pleasure' of experiencing that first hand he was sure it hurt like hell. He watched when Nirvana moved to help Kairatos up only for Cetus to get the Mars Knight into a piggyback ride carry. His attention was on the small group so he missed the corruption going on though he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it anyway.

His attention was pulled away from the others to Venice as he pulled away to go and try to comfort Sabine. He moved so that he was close behind the Page and while the other was trying to offer comfort, he was keeping an eye on their surroundings just in case some of the slowly recovering officers got up and attacked while they were distracted.

Havasu Falls, Squire of Pluto --- So pale he was bordering on paper white

Hav was about to shrug off Nirvana when the page came up and demanded his arm but he didn't have a chance too do more then open his mouth before the page FORCED his shoulder back into the socket. He wheezed in pain and surprise, the black that had been eating at his vision covered his sight. The squire didn't quite black out but he was damn close. By the time he could breath normally and was able to actually comprehend what was going on around him, the Mars Knight had been scooped up by Cetus and what ever magic that had floored most of the negaverse was wearing off. It was beyond time to go.

He nodded in accent of his new post and got to his own feet, his arm already feeling exponentially better, not anywhere near perfect but it no longer felt like a stiff breeze would have him passing out. He glanced at Phact but felt a spike of anger as she barked out orders, sadness tinged the anger with a dash of confusion just to add flavor to the mix of feelings spinning through him. Luckily the senshi seemed to ignore him and he drooped to the back of the group, now acting as a rear guard.

Mlinzi, Guardian Cat --- Circling Phact's group, dusting youma as he goes

Mel was enjoying himself... dusting youma after youma with his teeth and claws. Being a hunting cat he liked the thrill and the rush it gave him to have his pray, it helped that each puff of dust helped his group get closer to the portal. The hyperactive cat had actually started to circle the group, pouncing on one chaos creature after another, completely unaware of the blood that matted his fur in some spots where the youma fought back and wounded the large cat.

He was so wrapped up in his hunt that he didn't even noticde when things had changed... the position of the various fighters in the group had shifted. Mel bounded over to Phact, "Come on. Come on. Lets go slow pokes." He nudged the back of her legs with his side. "Oh look blood. Hey those youmas bit me." The cat had left a little smear of blood against the senshi and glanced at his side in surprise. The guardian shrugged it off, and darted back out to the mass of youma, yowling along the way. "Taste my claws you dust balls."