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Sessrumnir wasn't too happy when Pasiphae managed to get away from him, not wanting her to get hurt like Kallichore had been, so he wasn't going to just stand there and watch her throw herself into danger, not when there was some psychopath little kid whipping spears around.

His expression didn't betray whether or not he was impressed with Ganymede's attack or not, but one thing was for certain. This Benitoite guy was a problem that needed to be taken care of...

As Kallichore was helped off to the side of the room to be looked at and Valhalla gathered up the ruffle-clad eternal senshi, Sessrumnir strode up to the newly recovered Benitoite, throwing a hard punch to his face, meaning to knock him back to the floor. He might be a rank above him, but he was still much smaller.

"Stay away my friends," he growled, thinking Benitoite should be glad that he didn't use his weapon to hit him.

Chaonis watched as Remarque was dragged off by a girl. Sure, it looked like her was taking the girl out of there, but it was clear she had come to rescue him. Because he needed it.

Totally.

Chaonis wiped blood for his mouth and took a breath, feeling very bruised and battered from the brawl. He looked around and took in the chaos around him. It was strange to see, really. Everyone getting hurt, killed. People he knew and a lot of people he didn't. He hard to harden himself. If he started getting soft, he'd get slaughtered.

And he wasn't about to let that happen.

"It was nice meeting you, ladies!" he called after Mimistrobell and Remarque, grinning.

Now he needed a new target.

Virtus looked up as Mimistrobel returned with Remarque.

"That was really fast! I didn't even get over there and you already had him back here!" His tone was of utter wonder and he felt like he was in the presence of someone very skilled. He looked at Remarque, though, an saw how battered he looked.

"Don't worry! I can heal you a little bit! That should help, right? We should find a safe place to sit down. Remarque! Do you know Kyanite? She's very nice!"

Probably not the time for introductions ,but he also didn't want to be rude.

He was never rude. At least not on purpose.

He moved to Remarque, not sure what to heal. He put his hand on the other's shoulder, deciding to let his magic decide what it would do. His spell was not at its strongest, obviously, and this would likely be the last time he could use it without powering down and resting, but he was going to try it anyway.

He closed his eyes.

"Exura Sio!" he called, focusing as hard as he could, whether that actually helped or not.

"I was." Wondering. "Do." Care, that was. Howlite was interested in all of her allies, and even wanted to talk to some of them.

Of course, she didn't understand why they needed to 'convince' all of the White Moon Court. Sure, it was nice if they wanted to enlist, but as Ares had proven, they could have their eyes forcefully opened. Especially when it took forever to get them to come around.

Howlite was very results oriented.

She did also enjoy attention from women, however, and hadn't flinched away at the contact, brows still quirked.

The general offered a gloved hand, giving the smiling girl's hand a firm squeeze. "Howlite." She paused, and considered, briefly, how much shorter Negaverse introductions were. Perhaps it was indicative of their tactics, as well. "I reckon I'm a crazy murderer." She referred to the blonde's earlier statement, though one didn't call tactical strikes against 'armed' opponents 'murder'. Not usually, anyway.

It seemed surreal, yet fitting, to have such a congenial conversation in the midst of battle.

It seemed breathing was the hardest thing to do today.

Ganymede didn’t sag into Valhalla’s embrace so much as stand very stiffly in his arms, his body taunt with shock and terror. The piece of his train he’d previously tied over his face to filter the smoke was suddenly stifling, and he reached up with a shaky hand to rip it off as the squire began to lead him away. He gulped for air, took a few choking breaths, then coughed, gagged, and dry-heaved into Valhalla’s shoulder.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block everything out—the screaming from before, the loud crash he heard from some ways off, the rest of the battle, everything. If it could just stop, disappear for a while, maybe things would be better, maybe they wouldn’t have to do this anymore, and no one would have to be hurt.

He heard Pasiphae’s voice, but it sounded so far away, muffled under a panicked fog. Was she close by? Was she okay? Was Kallichore alright? Had he saved her?

Coming… what was coming? Were they coming? Coming where? Were they going somewhere? What was going on?

“Ob…O-Oberon…” he managed to wheeze through the panic. “… the girl, and… Tom-…”

If they were going anywhere, they couldn’t leave without them.

[Chaos, hourly]

Safe. Safe did get boring sometimes, but Remarque wondered how she could say that when he was standing in front of her, clearly run a bit haggard. He had rolled his eyes when she said he’d needed help—and even tried to glare at Chaonis as he heard his final words.

But Chaonis was gone from sight before he could decide to charge back and give him another piece of his mind.

Which was probably for the best, anyway.

He walked with Mimistrobell, though was too busy clenching and unclenching his teeth, trying to make sure his jaw was still properly attached.

All he knew was that he did not want to sit down, no he didn’t need to be healed, and no—he’d said all of one word to the girl he assumed to be Kyanite.

Remarque was glad he hadn’t protested verbally—the moment Virtus used whatever kind of magic, a warm, tingly sensation coursed through him.

Things hurt less. A lot less. It might not have been Virtus’ strongest, but it did a hell of a lot for Jett, regardless.

He nodded after a few seconds, when the effects had fully sunken in. He still looked fairly roughed up, though the look in his eyes was not one of fear or concern; the only thing he had to be worried about was explaining the bruises after he'd powered down. “…Very nice, Virtus. I owe you,” he said after a few seconds. “You probably should have saved that for someone that couldn’t handle, though.”

But he didn’t want to sound too ungrateful.

He gave the male a quick look over to make sure he hadn’t been neglecting any injuries of his own, glanced to Mimistrobell to make sure she wasn’t too bruised, and then looked to the Negaverse Agent Virtus had named Kyanite. “And how are you holding up?”

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ATh e a r t

Akina Tokuwa

"You didn't mean for it!?" Leto shrieked at the other girl. "What the ******** do you mean you didn't mean for it? You broke my nose! Do you know that I was incapacitated for weeks because of my knee? ******** you, Peppers."

She ripped her pouch of mirror shards out from her bracers. "Was this why you brutally attacked me? For draining? Well, how's about this." Leto carefully pulled out all three of her shards and released her mirror wraiths all at once, sending them through the room and draining random Senshi and Knights alike.

"Now your precious comrades are going to end up like that sad pice of s**t I drained in the park that night. Are you going to break my bones again? There are no apologies here. There is nothing that can save you now."

Okay, so maybe releasing all three of her wraiths into a huge battle was not her smartest move. In fact, it was down right stupid and she was likely to get in a whole lot of s**t later if they got destroyed. But when it came to Sailor Pomona, every bit of logic completely escaped Leto, and now she had a point to prove.

She pushed off of the ground and swung her right leg at Pomona's side, aiming for her knee to connect with her ribs. If she was successful, she would then grab a handful of her hair and yank backwards.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me."




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*Note: Leto released 3 of her wraiths into the battle- if they pass through your Senshi or Knight, they will slowly drain your energy! The more energy they drain, the more solid they become and they CAN be destroyed which will make Leto a very sad DMC Senshi. >>" <<"

[Order, hourly]

Acubens made her way to the center of the fray. Looking behind her, she noticed that the two senshi who seemed hell bent on confusing her had not followed. Good. And another good note was that the smoke was no nearly as think there. Better! She took a deep breath and uppercut the first nega she came into contact with. Faceless, nameless, lying unconscious on the ground. Not dead, just out cold. She stepped over him, moving right into a jab at the stomach of another. Cough, down.

One of their friends came to exact revenge hit Acubens square int he jaw. Some thing in her mouth began to bleed. She spat out the excess, dodging another punch that came to her chest. She dropped another nega, and stood aside. Let someone else come at her. She wanted to prove her allegiance. This was the last straw. Acubens was tired of lies, intentional or not.

Acubens hates being lied to.