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Guitar in hand, cake whacked, and his stomach snarling at him for eating too much cake in too short a time (even Scheelite had his limits) the blonde captain backed away to find a new course of action.

Afterall, the senshi attacks raining down from everywhere were REALLY starting to get on his nerves.

Dodging hail (though it still hit him, quite a bit), Scheelite changed his direction away from the cake and closer to their queen. Yes, she could handle herself. Yes, in fact she was doing it quite well. And yeah she had just offered to promote whoever could kill Castor which was QUITE tempting.

But instead he moved closer so he could stand beside her, guitar raised and held protectively (as much as a guitar could be) in front of both himself and at least one side of his ruler.

If he couldn't get the crystal (which he was still hoping would maybe fly out again) he could -at least- watch over Beryl. Any good officer would risk themselves to be sure the leader was okay.

Protecting his Princess was his main mission, but it didn't make Neso feel any less terrible when he saw Chibimoon crumble at her feet. "No!" he shouted, helplessness in the tone. The senshi of summer dropped to one knee, cradling the tiny little princess in his arms. God, she was just a kid.

His natural body temperature pulsated several degrees above the normal human, and he hugged her then, touching at her cheek and looking up weakly to Chronos. "Princess, can you fix it?" He had seen Chronos do amazing things before -- could she save this one now?

In his crouching, he left Chronos exposed. Realizing this, Neso attempted to pull her down beside himself and Chibimoon, as if huddling together would make them harder to hit. In truth, he just wanted to feel reassured that they were together, that no one stood alone.



A curse brushed past the senshi of sand's lips when he watched Beryl deflect his attack. What had he expected? Taranis didn't believe in miracles, his girlfriend's magical return to the living being one of them (if he actually paused to accept it). Still, it hurt him to see his power so easily wiped away. It reminded him of just how little power he had in comparison to the woman who faced them.

Alone. Alone, they had no power.

A sudden synergy snapped through his limbs. Taranis allowed one fleeting glance to the nearby senshi. "Senshi, don't just eat the ******** cake! If we take her together, we could end Beryl here and now. Attack her." It was hardly a rousing battle cry, but it was something. The crystal might be important, but killing Beryl was equally so, perhaps more.

Where one or two might fail -- perhaps twenty senshi could succeed?

Marlo was still filming. His phone hadn't died yet. Proof that sometimes it paid to buy expensive rather then cheap. Filming powered people eating cake was all very amazing, especially went ducking--fish with freaking lazers on their heads-- and avoiding other deadly things.
The sound of one pained scream made him pause. Long enough to see a small girl collapse on the ground in a pink heap. "Aw, s**t."
Moral duty told him to act. Marlo hated moral duty. Running over, he checked for a pulse. Around her, people weren't doing much in terms of battle. "Do something!" Kneeling by the small form, he wasn't about to abandon a child. Kids his own age were one thing. Kids that were just kids? Moral. ********. Duty.
It came before filming in any case.

With the rain of sparks, he was more glad than ever for his long coat, and face mask, he suspected that he should have raised his goggles before going in but it was too late now. He was going for that crystal one way or the other.
Promotion via killing Castor WAS tempting but he'd come so close to the crystal so many times in one night it was maddening. He'd felt how much power it contained, he wanted it...craved it for more than simply the order of his queen though he was wise enough to know never to say such a thing aloud.

Well, it wasn't like Rosalind needed to be told to eat cake. She loved cake! It was just that she didn't want to be seen by her peer sucking cake down her face. Rosalind was all about grace and presentation, but unfortunately, she hadn't really displayed it that night. What with the vomiting and crawling around on the floor and all.

"Oh, of course!" With the go-ahead from Perseus to stuff her mouth with cake, Rosalind once again began to gorge herself. So much so, in fact, that the Soldier of Wealth did not even mind the sparks dancing around on her puffy skirt. Unbeknownst to her, the skirt was set ablaze, and it was slowly working its way up. If she didn't extinguish the flames soon, Rosalind would be eating cake with her frilled sailor-panties for all to see.

Azzo had stopped eating cake, he'd been distracted by a cry and watched the pink haired girl fall. He paused and looked at all the senshi. They were all after the crystal. The smoke had burned his eyes and his throat from Ares having made him step back coughing.

The sparks also made him glad the only thing uncovered was his face and hair. He swallowed the cake in his mouth and as his eyes landed on Beryl he felt a prickling of fear. Not like that odd notion of being scared of orange haired women, or wanting to edge away from them. That lady was truly dangerous and from the looks of it one of the head honchos.

Azzo's eyes narrowed. He was almost terrified of her, of what she could possibly do since he was only human and one nega already having stolen his starseed once. His hands twitched, "Shouldn't you guys be helping?"

He knew he was powerless against her. "I can't do a damned thing or I would. But you all..." He looked at the senshi, "You all can. Some take the cake and some take her if you have to, but why let her hurt your own." His finger flew towards the pink haired girl that was being cradled by Neso and Marlo by this point. Azzo was mixed feelings, he wanted after the queen but he couldn't do it, he knew he couldn't even pepper spray didn't give him enough confidence to charge her and her army.

Spica was the senshi of candles. She went back to the cake like everyone. And when some drops of white-hot sparks started to fall she didn't feel anything.

Kaden was frankly at a loss of what to do with himself. Even in riot training, nothing had been this bad, hectic, or completely utterly uncontrollable. Senshi were shouting things that made no sense, which was followed shortly after by ******** magical scenery changes that would make any set designer envious.

And then... everyone took a break to eat some cake.

Wait, was the cake...moving? It was almost grotesque, like some weird foreign horror movie. Either way, he was able to rip his eyes away from the disturbing sight just in time to see a trio of sailors barrage the woman who had commanded the room just seconds before. Kaden wished for a moment that he could have a voice like that, but the woman downright scared him.

He couldn't help, though, but feel compelled to move from his spot towards the back when the young girl got hit by something pink. She seemed younger than everyone else here involved, and Kaden in good conscious couldn't leave her injured and in the path of whatever else could be thrown around in the room.

He slid across the ground through the crowd until he reached her, pink hair disheveled. She looked pretty beat up, collapsed like she was. "I'll get her out of the way." His eyes turned upwards, attempting to reassure the girls companions of his intentions. If he couldn't stop the fighting, well, then at least he could feel like he was doing something worthwhile. The cop bent down to pick up the little princess, intent on moving her to the outskirts of the ballroom.