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[CHAOS ROLL]

A smirk cracked wide on Ares' face. She was getting to Polaris -- in more than one way. She was more defensive of this clueless knight than she was of the senshi who had just been rescued and brought to the Dark Mirror Court. Adding that to the way the knight was attempting to stand guard... well, it sang soft spot to the strategic senshi.

"I could always force you into salvation and then order you to kill him," she said. "Or, if you come join us willingly, you could personally see to his protection -- think about it, Princess. You could rule the senshi with me. We could save our entire race. You just have to make the choice."

In the midst of her latest attempt at persuasion, Ares nearly missed the uttered incantation from the other princess. Her eyes narrowed. "Did you--" The chandelier tinkled as it soared toward Ares. The Princess of Smoke turned to dodge, but she was not quick enough. The chandelier caught her on the left side, tearing up her dress and gouging long, deep gashes across her leg and arm. The impact sent Ares slamming into the far wall with a thud.

The chandelier fell abruptly, crashing onto the ground below and hitting any unfortunate enough not to move in time.

Ares herself was not far behind, crashing to the ground. She staggered for a second, swore, and then bolted upward -- but not for Polaris. It was a blur of blood and wings as Princess Ares fell straight to Knight Niflhel. Before he could react, she slammed a clawed hand onto his neck, drawing blood. Her other hand stashed her staff across her back so that she could secure both of his hands behind his back.

In another second, she rocketed upward once more -- but stayed about 20 feet away from Polaris on a beam far away. "I was going to play nice, Polaris," she said, with a snarl. "But then you had to go and throw a second chandelier at me." With a grunt, she jutted her arm forward, releasing where she held Niflhel's arms so that she could dangle him an arm's length away.

Her hand squeezed so tightly around his throat that only the thinnest trails of oxygen would be able to get past his lips.

"Join us, or he can die. You leave me no choice."

Gray eyes narrowed. And she waited.

[chaos, hourly]

Momentarily unassaulted, General Howlite reached into one of the many pouches on her belt, a starseed finding its way from her waist to her mouth as her mask momentarily retracted. She forced herself to crunch through the pain and was rewarded with a rush of chaotic energy. The pain subsided, at least to a reasonable level, and she took a slow, steady breath to clear her thoughts, settle her body.

Assess.

The battlefield was examined. Her forces were still outnumbered, but effective. They were giving everything, and if she was capable of pride, it would have flooded her being. Instead, she was filled with resolution.

Even then, glass and metal showered down from above as a chandelier came crashing down, and the blonde smacked away some of the shrapnel that soared too close. Her dark eyes moved up, to catch the stand-off above.

Chaos Roll~



She had been lurking, just watching and waiting. There were too many people here that she had been…well, maybe not too many. But Acubens was here, and she didn’t want to look like the bad guy in her eyes. Not again. Not yet. Lesath watched the various fights going on, and tried her hardest to keep her boots out of the little blood pools that were popping up everywhere. She pursed her lips as she watched two…knights, she figured. One looked like Camelot…at least he looked old and had a shield, so she was assuming that’s who it was.

The Dark Mirror senshi glanced to the one that they were fighting and saw a girl holding her head as though in pain. Well. This was interesting…maybe she needed some assistance.

The girl made her way over to Howlite. “Do you need any help over here?” She didn’t know this negaverser. Didn’t know anything about her. But, they were connected by the thread of chaos, so she was…she should honor the treaty that they had, right? The negaversers were their allies. And they were in this battle together.

He’d only ever used his attack on youma before. Never on a human. He’d never wanted to. Even now he didn’t want to, but this boy was hurting Kallichore and he had to do something to stop it, and he couldn’t very well jump in and attack because there were too many people around and he wasn’t a fighter in the first place, and Kallichore was bleeding and looked on the verge of passing out, and he just… he had to do something.

He had to.

The sound was horrifying. Youma reacted similarly. If they’d already been smacked around enough, it was usually enough to dust them, but he’d never… he hadn’t thought… he hadn’t even wanted to… and now this…

Ganymede stood in shock and listened to Benitoite’s cries, watched him fall to the ground and writhe, and all the while there was screaming. Too much screaming. It rang in his ears, loud and chilling. He thought he was going to be sick. He’d never hurt someone like this before. Youma were easy. Youma were nothing—meaningless, mindless. Their groaning bothered him when he used it, but then they burst to dust and were gone. He didn’t have to stand around and see. He didn’t have to hear for long.

This was a person. This was a normal person beneath blue cloth and a gas mask. It was a violent person, yes. Ganymede had no delusions about that. The General had been hurting Kallichore; he had no doubts that he would have hurt someone else if he’d had the chance. He might have even killed them. The Eternal senshi was sure some people would even say the General deserved it.

He didn’t think so.

No one deserved that.

Ganymede took a step back, the General’s screams ringing in his ears even after they were gone, even after the other had swallowed… had swallowed something… something that gave him strength, that made him formidable again.

Around him he could still hear the sounds of battle, other shouts and screams, running, violent noises he’d never in his life wanted to hear. He could see Valhalla, Kallichore, Pasiphae, and Tsui. He could hear them speaking, he could hear the General speaking, but none of it registered.

None of it made sense.

None of this ever made sense.

Remarque had not expected anyone else to interfere, though given his luck today, he really should have just gotten used to it. Leto, he had accepted. She was of the same power level as him—and a skilled fighter. Val, he had not rampantly complained of, but that was only because the Squire had prevented Chaonis from getting close to him.

This, however. This was Mimistrobell. The girl he was supposed to be protecting.

And he wasn’t going to stand by and watch Chaonis kick the s**t out of her.

Remarque considered Chaonis to be a very equal opponent—for him. Mimistrobell, weaker, smaller and with a fighting style far less powerful than Chaonis’ was just asking for trouble.

He glanced at Benitoite, gave him a quick look over, and seemed surprised that, despite the scream, he wasn’t looking too bad. He had missed a lot of what was going on, only knew that it looked like Kallichore wasn’t up for fighting anymore—and he suspected that Benitoite could handle his own.

For now, at least. If the s**t hit the fan, he could always come back, but it was hard to make sure Mimistrobell stayed safe when she was hurling herself at who Remarque considered to be the most dangerous Senshi around.

The crashing of chandeliers made him ever more uncomfortable, and though he had no idea what was going on, he knew that he did not want to be around if his only role was to take damage. Which Chaonis was so excellently providing.

Distracted by Mimistrobell, he’d taken both the first and second hit before he had time to even prepare an attack of his own. And then he was flinging a volley of blows, spurned by anger and a desire to just get out of there. There were a hundred other Senshi he could be fighting, and Chaonis was clearly not a good idea.

He wouldn’t call it a retreat, just a good idea. Besides, Mimistrobell was going to get herself killed.

Remarque didn’t count how many punches he threw at Chaonis—or how may he took. He punched and shoved until he had put a bit of distance between them and close enough to Mimistrobell to grip her by the collar and heave her back. “Uh, nope, we are not doing this right now,” he informed.

He did not give the girl time to respond or protest before he yanked her away from the senshi and disappeared into the crowd. "--What happened to staying where you were safe?" he asked, leaning on her perhaps a bit more than he wanted to admit while he strained to catch his breath.

Adrenaline wasn't doing so much to numb that pain anymore.

ATh e a r t

Lithia_Brandon

Valhalla remained standing between Tsui and whatever else she might think was a good idea that wasn't. She was a decent person... he couldn't let her get her hands bloodied in a fight like this. No, he didn't think murder was ever right, and he would never try to protect those who did it, but Remarque wasn't their problem. Benitoite, though... he was dropping lower and lower on the list of people Valhalla felt inclined to stand up to protect.

Ganymede got to him first, of course, and the squire stared in horror at the effects of an attack he'd only ever seen used on a youma before. But the General seemed to be recovering quite quickly... his energy back up and the screams he'd just released only an echo in the past.

But his first concern after Kallichore getting to safety, was Ganymede. He looked like he was in shock, not knowing what to do or what to say... just standing there... And that was much too dangerous for his liking.

He ignored the look from Tsui, too concerned about Ganymede, Kallichore, and Pasiphae to care if she was angry at him. He didn't expect her to 'thank him later', but he did hope that she would take the time to reflect on her actions and what could have resulted had she followed through.

For now, he left Remarque to do whatever the hell he wanted to do, hoping that the other eternal senshi, Chaonis, was going to be able to handle himself, as he crossed the space to where his boyfriend was standing, quickly wrapping his arms around him and ushering him away. Standing still was too dangerous. He would carry him if he had to. "Breathe," he demanded softly, using his shoulder to try and block Ganymede's line of sight to... anything in the room.

[Chaos - Hourly Roll]

"But...BUT..." She looked up at Remarque though her mask and goggle. Mimi smiled cheekily at him. Of course, it would have been better 'safe than sorry' moment for the teenager, but of course, teens just... Don't listen sometimes. "Safe does get boring after a while." She grinned at him, knowing that he definitely wasn't happy.

Mimi was at least glad she got Remarque out of trouble. "Yeah... There was definitely too much testosterone in the area... And the fact that Mr. Butt-wing already got his butt handed to him a few times by girls..." She was pretty sure that the eternal DMS, even for his rank, he was probably tired out like no tomorrow. "Well, I think Virtus can help heal you a bit. He did help Kyanite.

Calling to Virtus, Mimi half-dragged Remarque away from the problems that seemed to LOVE to surround him. "VIIRRTTUUSS... I found Remarque and I think he needs some help from you!"

There seemed to be someone small headed towards them, but Mimi didn't give much attention. She kind of just kicked the small senshi away and kept walking. Mimi did hope the small one wasn't dead, but at the moment, getting Remarque some help would make her feel better.