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Sheldon's mouth opened and closed like a fish and stayed shut to keep in his comment about her line that made the snowballs appear. Do not make snarky comments about someone with superpowers. He took the offered balls of snow in silence and nodded, "alright."

He took a few cautious steps in the direction of the hole she had mentioned, not sure of the ground even though it had cracked and broken to pieces. It might still be slippery from the left over ice and the shards of everything that had fallen when the cake decided to come to life. Everything seemed to be distracted by that cake as it was, and much to hid relief. He really didn't want to see if he would have to throw any of the snowballs, Sheldon was not one to have a good throw and it would be a sad sight indeed to see it lamely hit the ground and not reach a target.

Godamnit. This was too much. Too ******** much.

Taranis knew the crystal was in the cake. He knew Linarite was there too. But when he saw Castor stand and attack the Queen of the Negaverse, the senshi of sand felt another swell of rage. In spite of himself, he squared his back to the cake and fell into a stance beside Castor.

He was running out of energy, yes, but this could not stand.

Overturning a table and kneeling in front of it, he quickly hid from the rose-attack and then stood once more, ready to do something in this sea of chaos. Chaos. It was just what the Negaverse wanted. He didn't want to give them that satisfaction, regardless of his anger at Castor. They were senshi. They would stand together against her, atleast for now. What would happen after this? He couldn't say.

Wheeling his hands, Taranis shouted, "Taranis Mud Blast!" and lobbed a volleyball-sized hard-packed ball of wet sand at Beryl and those who stood to protect her. It was speared by the attack of the senshi of hail. The little daggers broke apart the larger sand ball, sending a ranged halo of golf-ball sized shots flinging out at the entire gathered group.

It didn't hurt that Linarite was in that number.

His proximity to the cake gave him a chance at accidentally nabbing the crystal, but it was not something he paid much mind to, not just yet.

Alcyone was in a daze, and as such, allowed Atlas to carry the lead and tug her towards the monster cake. How they were able to get past the darkly frosted roses was a mystery to be solved another day, and even more perplexing still: how Atlas was able to discover plastic forks. Most white fukus were impossible to keep clean, and these forks would be helpful aides to keep the mounds of moist chocolate cake off of their bodices and gloves.

She was beginning to feel a little better after a mouthful. "If only more youma would be as easily vanquishable as it is with this one. Less sticky bodily fluids, more culinary confections. Though then again, I'd probably have a hard time putting on the uniform were that the case."

Lord knows that they encounter enough youma to cause a widespread diabetic epidemic were each senshi to eat their ways to victory.

The grin had grown even more malicious as she watched the precious crystal sail into her darling monster. The Queen had just begun to beckon her creature towards her when the all-too familiar yell of an all-too obnoxious senshi rang out above the cries and screams of the partygoers.

"Stinging Storm!"

Her hand curved upwards, her palm now parallel to the ceiling. As the hail began to shower down atop her and those around her, Castor would soon be frustrated to learn that the Queen, unlike Nealite, was well prepared to take on any attack he had in store for her.

The energy barrier merely glittered as each hail piece smacked against its otherwise invisible surface, small pellets of ice bouncing off and hitting all those who remained unfortunate enough to stand around her. This became more taxing to hold up against as Tanaris's attack joined in on the assault, the pristine shield now caked with wet sand splatter.

But they were successful in their endeavors - her attention was now torn away from the crystal and was solely focused on Castor, the resident thorn in the Negaverse's side. Only, instead of retaliating in return towards either senshi...she merely laughed. Her head tilted back, a throaty laugh emerging from the dark being as his attack remained foiled, her hand still raised. Once finished, dark orange eyes met with determined blue ones as she announced to her minions with a smile -

"A promotion to the officer who can kill our beloved Castor!"

The enjoyment behind her second request was cut short as a second scream echoed through the ballroom. Eyes darted away from the senshi of hail and fell upon the short - (short?) - pink form of what could only be one of the Moon royalties, judging by the name of her attack.

The pink beam was almost instant, Beryl having barely enough time to adjust her staff accordingly. The Meditation power easily sliced through her energy barrier, the powerful blast making direct contact with the surface of the Queen's mirror.

Her strength was now compromised and the Negaverse ruler was forced backwards as her staff absorbed the powerful blow. The hand above was shaking, but remained upright, the hail still furiously pouring down. Had anyone dared to look closer, they would have noticed the small beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow - the toll of empowering the monsters and defending herself was slowly costing the Queen more energy than was expected.

Nevertheless, she straightened herself up, her staff now glowing a faint pink shimmer. Her laughter was short, nearly breathless, and she moved her staff back around to face her short, pigtailed nemesis.

Thrusting the mirror forward, she mockingly mimicked back, "Mooooon Gorgeous Meditation!"

And, with that, the very same pink energy beam erupted from within the mirror - now aimed at the Moon Princess herself.

There was more than a little triumph in Chibimoon's eyes as her stance wavered with the weakness suffusing her body. It penetrated the shield, and actually caused her some effort! Unfortunately even the Super Senshi of the Moon was no match for the Queen of the Negaverse, even at one of her weakest moments.

Red eyes went wide with horror as she saw the rainbow beam dazzling back across the room, and straight into her chest. There had been no energy to run, no time, and her feet wouldn't have obeyed her even if she had thought of it. Everything inside the young girl was ripped into shreds with the shattering force of the attack, her girlish scream echoing in the halls. Maybe someone would look over to see the last of the Moon royalty collapse into a heap at Princess Chronos' feet.

But it was doubtful that anyone cared.

She had gotten to the Youma before he had, thank goodness one of them could throw and .. well was on alert. Sheldon frowned as he cradled his pair of snowballs in his arms, "I was in the bathroom for most of it...." He replied to her, side stepping a pile of debris. "Didn't think it was going to be safe to stay in there. You know, old cliche of thinking of locking yourself somewhere only for the fire to trap you sort of thing." He shrugged.

"Too many people too, it was hard to figure out where to go and who to trust." He spared a second to turn his head and look at the girl who was seemingly protect him. "What made you come help me? Getting whatever seems to be in the cake seems to be everyone else' objective."

The scream that sounded inside the hall caught Sheldon off guard, enough for him to finally hold one of the snowballs, ready to strike. He blinked and then glanced about. "What was that?"

Sailor Perseus was a little off put by the casual conversation tone that Rosalind addressed her with. The whole situation was just entirely hard to comprehend. "No luck. Eat more cake Rosalind!" The Senshi of Wealth was taking dainty bites that were of no help in the long run.

She attempted to move closer to her teammate, if only to have someone she trusted at her back. Rosalind might not have been the best help in fights, but any good help was better than no help at all. The white hot sparks were an issue though. She groaned at the burn marks that speckled her skin, and took a momentary pause from cake eating to cover herself from the sparks with her cape until they subsided. The blue cape looked a bit like lace in the end, with little holes burned into it all over.