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He waited, great droplets falling off his long lashes as he grounded, breathing hard as water drenched him in layers, coating him over and over and making him shiver in response. He held his chain close, at the ready, and kept his eye open. Even his eye patch was getting heavy with the rain, and he could feel it slipping. Still, he breathed hard and kept focused. There was too much senshi interference to tell where she was, and he was more alarmed that there wasn't an attack yet. He knew that if it was him, he would have already taken the opportunity to attack, but maybe she understood hat jumping in a storm with a Nega was a bad idea. At least he had a window to regain his bearings, even though the bleeding cheek being pelted with rain was bothering him. He could also feel some stinging on the back of his head and knew that the senshi must have cut him with her heel when she kicked him.

Then he noticed the rain lighten and the vision of the battle outside could faintly be seen. It was time now to attack, and unlike Birhan, he didn't need to pick one direction. He could go for all of them. Taking his weapon, he whipped it around and around for momentum and then rose up and spun, letting the end of his chain shoot out and slice around him. it could catch or it could cut. Whatever the case, he wanted damage.

Okay, things were getting real in every direction, and Scylla and Albali weren't doing much of anything standing in the field, surrounded by tentacles and looking scary. And Scylla really, really, really wanted to find out what was going on over where some of the other 'kids' were playing. What was a girl to do? "Stay there!" she yelled up to Albali, and left her guardianship of the limb that hoisted the Senshi of Echoes almost ten feet into the air, the thick arm still holding the girl inside of it tightly-- tooth side out.

She ran as fast as she could, skirting around other fights and avoiding her own, moving as far as she dared away from Albali. If she went too far, the limb would slide back under the surface, and the extra Kraken limbs that were roaming helter-skelter around the field (attacking anyone, it seemed at times) would be lost. A familiar figure caught her eye-- Raite? He was... real? Elsewhere, she was lining up other potential targets, trying to gauge how she could get to them... what she could use as weapons. Who she could use as weapons.

She got into better range of one of the battles she had an interest in a moment later. The purple-haired cannibal had her teeth in Castor's throat, and Linarite and the unknown snow-girl senshi had been joined by a redheaded senshi. They could do it for now, she hoped. Take care of themselves for a moment. For now, Scylla took a deep breath, and cut in on Castor and Tanzanite's dance. "Scylla's HUNGER!" she cried out, and tentacles tore up from the ground, dirt exploding in every direction.

A small limb wrapped around Castor, jerking him into the air much like Albali was being held. Only a few feet up though, so he could still kick people in the face, at least! Unlike Albali, too, Scylla hadn't had time or the mental facilities to pick which side of the limb circled her ally. Poor Castor could be getting tickled by sucker-mouths. As for Tanzanite... One of the biggest, angriest arms Scylla had ever seen herself summon jerked through the ground like a spear, catching the General in its grip and roaring into the air, towering almost twenty feet above the ground. Scylla could already feel the tug on her power, feel the rage and the hunger that always came with her power, the desire to tear and rend and crush... It was like waves, her eyes fixed on the blood pumping out of her friend's neck. It was red. Too red. Almost scientifically, Scylla recognized that blood that red was no good. Blood that red made people die. There were carotid arteries, and jugular... not he jugular vein was in the wrong place. But not the carotid artery. That could be just around the right place. She stared at the violet-haired general, and flipped her off. Not that the woman would probably notice, but it made her feel better.

Now, she had her ammunition.

The limb swung in a circle, whipping the general around with it. It went in a circle, uncaring of who it knocked over. And then it threw Tanzanite, right towards the target Scylla really thought deserved to get bowled over by the monster in her grip. General-Queen Laurelite-- who Scylla only knew as 'That one woman who was choking out the little kid.' Tanzanite was flung at her from twenty feet in the air, at a downward angle... unfortunately, Scylla hadn't thought to try and have it compensate for any spinning that may come from the fact she'd been wrapped in a circle. Who knew if she would actually hit Laurelite, or if she'd just crash into the rocks like a speeding bullet. Did Scylla care?

... No, not really.

((I had permission. biggrin ))

"Yeah... yeah we do." He agreed, trying to help her stagger in the direction of... someplace that looked safe. "Stay with me, ok? ...I don't want either of us to be Nega-doormats..."

He flashed her a faint smile if only because he didn't think he'd manage a laugh however forced.

Birhan was too distracted between looking for powers and waiting for the storm too die off completely that it never occurred to her that Wolframite might not wait for the attack to stop. She missed the knife fly out, then spin around on the chain. The whistle of the weapon as it passed made her look up, but tt was only when pain belatedly bloomed in her chest that she looked down and realised she had been struck.

A red line ran parallel to her collar bone, an inch or so below it. Her face grew pale. If it hadn't been for her height advantage over Wolframite, she realised, that would have been her throat. A hand pressed against the wound while her stomach dropped out. Holy s**t, she could have had her throat slit without even noticing!

Adrenaline thrummed through her veins and with it came a burning rage. Screw looking for a 'good' power. With a wordless yell, Birhan leapt up into the air. A flip, and her leg was parellel to the ground as she came down, heel aiming for Wolframite's shoulder.

Somewhere in the background, Ares was yelling. A familiar noise, but it went in one ear and out the other, Birhan too overtaken by her temper and the need for payback.

A familiar voice reached Bellatrix's ears, and looking behind her, not far off, she could see, or thought she saw Themis. A thankful smile, though exhausted, found its way on fer face, and she limped over.

"Need some help?"

Labyrinthite wouldn't have called this fun, though he did enjoy punching the snot out of the stupid terrorist who needed to get off of his home. It seemed like the boys were evenly matched, hitting blow for as they ruthlessly attacked each other. It was surprising how long they had been fighting but the negaverse officer had a lot of energy to spare if only because he hadn't been engaging in as many fights nor did he had any magical abilities to drain him.

He reached up and rubbed his collarbone tenderly as Chaonis aimed for his face again. He ducked low not wanting both sides of his face to be battered and bruised and dashed forward shoving his shoulder into the other boy's ribs. It seemed like a good idea to him.

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"Reconsidered what?" She growled clenching her fist tighter. "You don't belong here!" She ignored the fact that she didn't belong in Elysion either but she meant more of the earth than the world inside the earth. "Your corruption serves no place here," she snapped as he swung a kick at her.

She had little time to react and could only bring her arms up to protect her head. Her left arm too the worst of the damaged but it still slammed into her head sending her sliding across the grass before collapsing.

She hissed in pain, clutching her head as she struggled to get back on her feet. As she pulled her hand away she was relieved to find that there was no blood on it. Good. But that didn't mean it would stay that way for long.

She stood, battle ready, eying Raite as if waiting for him to attack. If she charged forward it would likely be her undoing. She wasn't going to make the same mistake she had with Wolframite. If he wanted to finish the job he'd have to come after her.