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Sailor Ananke- Deciding to follow Subamara

Ananke smiled at Subamara "Well yes I can make them but... well, they don't work like the portal we came through." Of course things where short lived as members of the group they where apart of started to run off in a different direction then what they planned.

She could only stare as the two senshi where attacked and Subamara took off to assist one of them. Deciding it would probably be too dangerous to approach Athene at the moment she followed Subamara and help Grus. Staying out of the way of any attacks she managed to make it over to the two senshi and stood next to them.

"Subamara! You need to calm down, okay!" Looking over the injured senshi she took a deep breath as it looked pretty bad. She then looked over to where Athene was and that looked just as bad... swallowing the saliva that had built up in her mouth. The more she thought she shouldn't have come here to this place... she couldn't even help in this situation.

"W-we need to... to get people out of here." Fear was beginning to show on Ananke's face... how much time did they have left? If even the powerful looking senshi couldn't stand up to that person. What chance did she have?

Elpis

Elpis shot Cor Caroli and Porrima a thumbs up before looking to check on Lacrimosa and Cybelle, and then...

She had a Lieutenant after her. The senshi skid to a halt to stare at Huntite idly, one brow raising. Magic? Magic she could very well not pull out of her arse, but she could still fight, and the senshi slowly grinned the sort of grin best described as belonging to madmen and despots.

"Hi." She greeted, and then Huntite's punch connected. It hurt. Oh, did it hurt, but Elpis didn't dare show it, the grin curling slightly before she snorted.

"That all? I get hit hrder in my own family."

Without elaborating, the senshi suddenly lashed out herself with a kick, aiming lower than the belt with a grin.

"See, thing is, freidnly or not? I ain't afraid to aim low."

Why spare men if women could take more down there? Besides, her brother practically encouraged low blows when rough housing. She was going to hug Flynn later. Hug the hell out of him.




Cordoba

Witchite teleported. Well then. For Cordoba it was less of a surprise than she'd let on - thanking the divine she talked to Richterite before she re-summoned her disc to recall it, and ran towards the general, and tried to kick her with her heels directly, huffing with indignance.

Oh, sure, she'd be easily floored herself, but if the squire needed backup, then she heeded Babylon's need for help. This worked well in her mind, and Cordoba grinned faintly. She wasn't enjoying it though; it was the grin of a woman anxious.



Alsafi

That hurt. While not hit by all of the 'darts', she WAS still hit by some, and the senshi huffed indignantly, raising a one finger salute to Kitalpha annoyedly.

"Oh no you di-in't." She snarled. She hurt now, but show it? Ah ha ha... Well, her anger was proof of that as she cracked her knuckles and dove for the corrupt to hit her, growling.

"b***h, please."

Truly, if it weren't a battle, one would likely mistake the witty repitoire for someone whom was involved in a cat fight.

Which truthfully, it probably was.

Falias, Squire of Earth

Whilst Falias' intention had been to stick by Kairatos and the group, at some point he had ended somehow getting separated.

Perhaps it had been during his last attempt to beat down a youma, or perhaps it had been during some earlier point.

Whichever it was, the end result was still the same, although Falias knew that he didn't really want to be a lone Order member for long.

Further up the field a battle continued rage against the General Queen varying Order auras seemingly clustered around the blazing furnace of an aura - that was as similar to Camelot's as it was different.

Falias hadn't been affected like some of the others had been when the Senshi Princess finally bought her crystal into play, although he recognised an opportunity when he saw one.

He'd been planning to make for the exit whilst doing his best to try and help some of the stray Order members who had also been affected by the Princess' magic - because he figured that it didn't take much brains to work out that this was probably going to be the best chance that he was going to get.

And then the screaming had started, his blood running cold as he realised that the General Queen was trying to do something to a freaking kid and if that wasn't bad enough there was a second kid and he was trying to wield a mop of all things against the scythe wielding General Queen.

A self-same General Queen who had already used to said scythe to cut through people...

He wasn't sure when he started to run and wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there - but Falias knew that he had to try something.

But he was too far away and others had already stepped in and they have somehow managed to get the first kid away from the General Queen, although the sounds of screams suggested that those - or at least some of those - involved had paid a heavy toll in order to do so.

At some point it had started to rain and Falias hissed as a drop hit the back of his hand, found himself realising to his horror that the drops were somehow dissolving cloth.

But there was a glimmer of something where the first senshi had lain, something that seemed to sparkle from within the folds of a gold and blue trimmed material.

Curiosity had him moving closer, self-preservation had him pulling up the hood that he so rarely used as he stepped closer and closer as the corrosive rain continued to fall.

And then he was at the piece of material and he realised that it was not a piece of material but rather some sort of jacket and within...

Within were more starseeds than he had ever seen before.

He reached out and scooped the jacket up carefully in order to stop the contents from falling out and then used his belt to make an awkward pouch of sorts that he slung over a should - because whilst Falias had no idea what to do with them, he did know that he also didn't want them to stay just lying around where someone from the Negaverse could just take them.

Lt. Huntite

Huntite gave an answering grin to the one Elpis had on her face when his punch connected. "Nope, just saying hi." He shot back at her taunt. He was however distracted from any other comebacks as the Super aimed a kick that had him doing a quick twist so she would hit his leg rather then any soft parts, making him stumble back a step or two. He took the pain of the kick, preferring that over the pain of what could have been, and used it to fuel a punch aimed at her chest. If the intruder wanted to play dirty then he could oblige. "Home invaders, always fighting dirty. Well two can play at that game."

Lt. Huntite

Huntite moved so his shoulder took the punch Elpis threw. "But you left a mess everywhere." He was not amused by her banter, no not him of course not. The grin still on his face was only because of fight. After all he was on a mission for the General Queen. "And you hit like a girl!" He said as he did a leg sweep, hoping to trip her up a bit.

Laurelite was pleased with reinforcements; both Benitoite and Cinnabar were adept generals capable of handling their own, and while the Negaverse had the benefit of numbers, the intruders presently had the benefit of surprise.

And to top it all off, there were traitors in their midst.

Acid to the face had been rough enough, but when Cyllene cast more acid rain, Laurelite was a bit more prepared.

She held her scythe above her head and began to spin it rapidly. She was more than adept with handling her scythe and it moved fluidly between her fingers. Most of the acid landed on her scythe, sparing her from much damage, but a few heavy drops slipped through, stinging her face and burning through her clothes. Her hands were blistered raw from the acid making contact.

But she was alive, and standing, and angry.

She had lost sight of Ganymede and Harmonia in the chaos of being blinded and the haste of moving bodies. She did not waste her time looking; she assumed Harmonia would soon be among them, and if Ganymede was down, she must have been hit.

Grus was down; she had seen blood and been content, but lost her in the midst of battle.

And then she saw Azurite and Benitoite and she frowned.

"Azurite," she commanded coldly. "Focus your frustration on the enemy. I do not have time for traitors and I would prefer not to see you punished after this."

They would need all the able hands they could get to rebuild.

Her hands trembled as she held her scythe; Laurelite had taken a good amount of damage.

Wordlessly, she raised her hand; youma were covering the field, attacking senshi and knights indiscriminately. Many had fallen already, but it seemed there was an endless hoard of them at her disposal. The golems guarding the escape stood strong, but the ranks around them had fallen in numbers.

There was no time to celebrate; even as things were looking up, more youma skittered in. A large, elephant-like youma plowed through the crowd. A moss covered youma looked like a walking tree swept its arms slowly towards its prey. Things that resembled snakes and spiders and warthogs, clouded in waves of chaos, charged in every direction.

And agents kept teleporting in.

And yet, despite the Negaverse's numbers, the forces of Order were still standing strong.

A wave of anger and anguish washed over her.

This was not a battle they could afford to lose.

Despite her injuries and the slowly growing fatigue, her adrenaline and dedication to the Negaverse kept her going. Laurelite lifted her scythe once more and threw herself into battle.

Harmonia, Super Senshi of Harmony - Purged of Chaos and out cold with Gany and Co.

So many people were crowding around. Some Harmonia knew by names, others she barely knew. Still their words helped bolster her. It was at that point she finally looked down at herself and the fear quickly creeped back at her darkened fuku. What was going to happen to her? Was there any hope of surviving this and not becoming a corrupt? She hissed through clench teeth as her clothes darkened a shade more. It was then that the warm glow of Ganymede's crystal caught her attention and the senshi rolled her head so she could have a clearer view of the princess.

She heard Ganymede’s words and smiled slightly. She didn’t know what was going to happen to her at this point, but she was hitting the point where she wanted the pain to just end. Harmonia was tired, incredibly tired. Unfortunately for the 15 year old her battle was only half over.

As Ganymede began to concentrate her power into purging the chaos from the super senshi, Harmonia’s body erupted in pain anew. Again she felt like she was almost being destroyed from the inside out. Her body tensed with the effort that Ganymede was putting into the fouled starseed in Harmonia’s chest. At this point the girl couldn’t even tell anyone which was worse, being corrupted or being purged of the chaos. She couldn’t even hear Ganymede’s soft chant that everything was going to be alright. Again her world had narrowed to the pain. Even the knowledge that she may be alright after this did little to help her as tears flowed anew, and her screams began again, though this time less intense and half silent from her voice breaking.

It was tiring, for both princess and senshi, and truthfully a very delicate situation to be put in when on the battlefield. Still, with Ganymede pouring everything she had into the purging, the Senshi of Harmony’s fuku began to halt it’s fading to black and instead began to alter back to its once pristine white. Each second that ticked by, each push from Ganymede, and tensed reaction from Harmonia it became apparent that things were going to be alright as Ganymede had said. It was a trying task for all involved but soon the senshi was back to her original white. The only thing marring her fuku was the dirt from her thrashing and a few flecks of blood that had been splattered on her from Laurelite’s scythe.

With the last shred of chaos pushed out Harmonia laid on the ground unmoving. Only the gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated she was still alive after nearly being corrupted and then purged for the chaos. She was completely spent in every sense. Eyes flickered open briefly but had a hard time focusing on the many faces that were peering down at her. Still she knew Ganymede was right beside her. Carefully and with much effort she raised a hand to gently clasp the woman’s hand, a true, tired smile on her face. At that point, Harmonia felt herself fading and soon the senshi was laying on the ground, unconscious but very much free of the chaos.

Princess Ganymede, reverting to Eternal

It was difficult to notice what went on around her when she was so intently focused on Harmonia, when her energy continued to diminish bit by bit in her struggle to combat the Chaos.

This was different than a normal fight. She was not fighting another living being who could be hurt by magic or physical attacks. She was fighting Chaos itself, and Chaos could not be conquered by traditional means.

Dimly, Ganymede registered Cyllene nearby, being pulled away by Benitoite. She felt the arrival of another Corrupt Senshi (Azurite) but could not pull her attention away from Harmonia to see who it was. She heard Babylon's voice. Gevaudan's too. She felt Valhalla's arm around her. She heard another wave of youma arrive on the battlefield.

But she did not react to any of it. She couldn't. Everything she had left was focused on Harmonia.

“It's okay,” Ganymede continued to say. “It's okay.”

She watched the darkness bleed out of Harmonia's fuku.

Only when the Chaos was gone completely did Ganymede relent. She banished her crystal and fell into a tired slump.

She changed then, when Harmonia's hand grabbed hers. Ganymede's torn and bloodied dress and glittering tiara disappeared, replaced with a fuku of white, red, and black. The broken glass shoe with Apatite's blood on it, the one she'd handed to Valhalla, vanished as if it had never been there.

Consciousness began to drift away from her.

Her hearing went first. She could no longer hear the sounds of battle. Not the rush of bodies to and fro. Not the clean swipe of Laurelite's scythe through flesh and bone. Not the screaming or crying of allies and enemies alike. Not the last words of the dying. All that registered was the sound of her heavy breathing, ragged pants and gasps for air.

Her other senses compensated for the lack of one. The scent of blood was strong all around her. Smoke drifted over from the burning barracks. She could see, very clearly, the faces of everyone in the vicinity.

She looked around the field of battle. It was littered with bodies. They may as well have stepped into a lake of blood, there was so much of it on the ground. All this for Metallia. All this for the hopeless struggle against the very heart of Chaos. So many lives had already ended. More would join them before any of her allies made it out of here, if they were even able to do so.

Yet, she could not regret it. Not the attempt, or her decision to follow along. They may not have accomplished their goal of making their way to Metallia, but they'd dealt a great blow to the Negaverse all the same. Apatite was dead. There was still a chance that Laurelite might soon follow her.

Ganymede was proud of herself for giving all she had for the sake of her allies, and she was proud of her allies for giving all they had for the sake of one another.

She sought out the faces of those closest to her. Her heart ached to help Cyllene, but she could not move. She glanced down at Harmonia. The girl was unconscious, but peaceful. With the last of her strength, Ganymede returned the grip of the other's hand.

She looked toward Babylon, then Gevaudan, before settling her gaze on Valhalla.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

Ganymede swayed unsteadily. Her top-hat fell off. Her eyes closed.

“Get them out,” she said. “To the portal. Get them home.”

She heard her breath—inhale, exhale.

Then Ganymede let unconsciousness take her away. She collapsed against Valhalla.

She no longer had the strength to fight.

Ganymede is out for the rest of the battle, having pushed herself to the limit and exhausted all of her energy.