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Zircon had her! At least she knew she had something--that damned noise was making it impossible to concentrate--but unfortunately for her, the utter cacophony was too much for her to even discern right from left, much less anything else that was going on in the battle. In a last, desperate attempt to incapacitate the senshi she had managed to grasped, she threw herself down to the ground, hoping that the dead weight would be enough to drag Sinon down with her. Zircon could only hope that whatever attack she'd shouted wouldn't make the noise worse.

He'd been waiting for a magic attack, and he could only barely make out what the other senshi was shouting. Renewal? Did she heal? He was already moving to shield himself and wait for whatever strange attack might come. Flames. Magic Notes. Change in pressure. He experienced it all and then some. What he got was another shout, and then he noticed a new attack. Then again, this was his first encounter withBirhan, but he had no idea this was actually a borrowed attack. It was also his pleasure to have never met Alcyone either, but if they crossed paths in the future, he would tell her that her attack really SUCKED!

There was no safety in distance for it, and it consumed the area around him. It grew dark, and he was swallowed in a torrent of dark storm clouds and rain. Great. He was already wet, but he wasn't in the mood for rain. Not just rain, but down pouring rain. He couldn't see a damn thing, and he doubted he'd see any better if he had both his eyes working. Everything was swallowed up in the blinding downpour of rain, and he knew that any point, he could be attacked. Then again. If he couldn't see how, who was to say the same curtain of water was making him invisible to others. Well, aside from the very obvious storm cloud in the middle of the battleground just dumping Noah's worst nightmare on him.

The grip on his own weapon was becoming harder to maintain, and with pouring rain came the disadvantage of it being harder to throw. He was too close to teammates to throw his weapon blindly, so he crouched low to shielded his body. Better than nothing, and as he did, he made the slow movement to get away from the storm. That was until he moved a few steps and saw it was following him. Great.

Like any storm, he just had to wait this one out. He just knew that in that time, he was waiting for an attack as well, and prepared himself.

Raite stepped backwards from the force of the attack, but Raite couldn't honestly say that Denebola compared. He may have been a leitenant, but he was a seasoned fighter as well.

He took advantage of her recoil, and her slight delay in her disorientation, struggling to regain his own composure. Themis's attack seemed to be diminishing, gradually, but it allowed Raite to grab ahold of his senses once more.

If only just in time to see Denebola's kick heading for him, and he managed to back up in irregular steps in the last few seconds of his disorientation. He didn't block or dodge the hit, Denebola's foot connecting with his cheek to leave a red mark. But it appeared that he had narrowly missed the full impact of Denebola's strengthened attack.

A smile, begging for revenge, was visible on his face. "Times up." And he began to advance with lightning quick attacks, a flurry of his tonfas slashing towards Denebola, his focus taken away from Themis. He didn't allow her to rest, relentlessly advancing upon her, fueled by his annoyance that the senshi had taken her opportunity in his disorientation.

'******** ******** ******** on ******** ******** ********-' Castor could only thing in curses as he felt teeth digging into the soft flesh of his neck. It was a vital exposed area he'd left open to a weapon Tanzanite could and would employ. Normal agents might not resort to such brutality, to such barbaric tactics. Tanzanite wasn't normal. She was Tanzanite, the woman fused with a youma. Half of her was not not human anymore. The other half wasn't even human to start with. The violet hair amazon had her bite of meat, as Castor had his own chunk of her flesh. Unlike her, there was no fix for him wound, as with a pained scream, he reeled backwards, flesh and blood flowing free and splattering, dripping down, and the senshi of hail moved to stop the wound. Adrenaline prevented the pain, but he had no way of knowing how much damage she'd done.

He couldn't feel the pain yet, but he could feel the warm blood running down his skin, soaking into his already stained uniform. A hand grabbed at the wound, only to pull away red and vibrant. Breathing ragged he looked at her, knowing full well that he could die. And yet he was still going to fight her. He was still determined to pull her down with him. 'There is no salvation for the negaverse' He'd been told. 'The only salvation we can offer them, is death.'

Castor would offer Tanzanite salvation. Even if it meant crushing her skull to award it.

Payback was a b***h.

True statement.

"God! This is why I vote for world peace. But no, everybody's gotta go an eye for an eye." He grunted out in aggravation, insanely tired of this fighting s**t. It sucks. Fighting sucked.

Euterpe couldn't believe this girl used the same move. Or nearly the same. Close enough. Their positions switched, he now laid on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. He was breathing hard, struggling to kneel and get to his feet. Euterpe didn't take it easy on females-- this female especially, for getting in his way.

Euterpe did not have a tiara to throw. But he did have headphones. In a lame attempt, he threw the headphones at her in a feint attack, his own fist following in the form of one large knuckle sandwich.

Chase felt a fist connect with his cheek and he found his head twisting to the side. He didn't get a change to rub his face or even retaliate as yet another fist connected with his stomach. He grunted in pain as he punched back in retaliating aiming for Chaonis's face, then his shoulder with his other fist.

When this was all over he'd probably look like hell. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time.

His weapon had been discarded once again as the two boys fought. He felt a fist connect with his collarbone and he was jerked back slightly cursing as his collarbone throbbed with pain. This was getting messy.

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Denebola didn't hesitate to follow up with a punch but faltered when he moved forward attacking her quickly with his weapon. She didn't have time to attack in return and could only block the attack as fast as she could. The onslaught was difficult for her as her arms took up most of the beating until her hand slipped and one of his tonfas connected squarely with her shoulder.

She hissed in pain as she sidestepped out of the way of his other tonfa. Those things hurt! She brought her knee up trying to put space between herself and the lieutenant. She twisted her body to do a side kick and could only hope that it would force Raite back, it was getting harder and harder to block his attacks.

Chaonis was having fun, despite being punched numerous times and feeling his muscles burning from the exertion of the fight. Not that simple muscle fatigue and bruises were going to stop him, damn it!

His head jerked to the side when Labyrinthite's fist connected with it. He stumbled, almost falling, but he stuck out a leg and caught his balance before being sent off balance backwards by the hit to his shoulder.

"Damn!" he cursed, swinging and landing a blow to the guy's collarbone. That one sent a jolt of pain through his knuckles, but he followed through with another swing to the nega's face.

He was waiting to try and catch Labyrinthite's next punch, maybe get behind him and wrench his arm out of socket. If he could slow the guy down somehow, that would make all the difference in the fight. It was all in getting the chance to do so.