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By this point, has Pegasus been a little white mouse in the a snake's choke-hold, she probably would have KO'd by now, the suction-cup grip threatening to squeeze her insides out. Staying still had been a no go -- sure, that's exactly what you wanted to do when you were quickly running out of air -- so thrashing had really been her only option from the start. Now, however, her oxygen was running low, her lungs burning for fresh air, muscles feeling weak. It made thrashing much more difficult, the edges of her peripheral vision beginning to go black.

Panicked though she was, (and she really was panicked at this point,) she had complete faith that they would save her in time. Really. She did. Although it did cross her mind that even if she did suffocate to death, Nerissa was around to keep Eve out of harm's way. She couldn't think of more capable hands. That was something, right? And she wouldn't have to worry about any awkward senshi introductions... and hey, at least the negaverse wouldn't have her starseed...

The scent of flowers filled the air, although Pegasus couldn't smell it at the time, and the teal-skirted senshi suddenly found herself dropped unceremoniously on her a**, not even having time to grunt before she sucked in a long breath of air, oxygen rushing back into her lungs, the motion coupled with coughing and sputtering from the choke-hold. It was only then that she realized that Flora had used her first attack, coupled with their slightly unusual weapons (was that a detour sign?) to save her. She'd have to congratulate and thank her profusely when they were out of this mess.

"Calamari (cough) to go, (cough) please," she looked to Nerissa, climbing to her feet as quickly as she could, suddenly thankful she was wearing flats, "Pureed, and step on it."

"Urgh." Sailor Flora said, wrinkling her nose. "That's going to haunt me every time I try to eat takoyaki. Or anything to do with octopus." And apparently, she thought, as she watched the monster hacking and thrashing around, her attack was to cause their enemy to sneeze.

Well, at least that had distracted it from trying to snap Pegasus into two, and Flora was grateful of that.

Although it didn't make the destruction of the city any better. Flora winced. "Is it any wonder they label all of us terrorists?" Disregard the fact that she was a part of the 'they' only a few minutes ago. Her expression turned a little panicked as she heard what Nerissa had; the wail of the police sirens drawing closer. Oh jeez, she thought, wringing her hands, hoping that whatever Pegasus did would destroy it once and for all, and fast.

The octopus lifted up one of its tentacles to ward off the blow. The strike sheared off one of its tentacles -- and as the lonesome tentacle wiggled on the ground, two started to grow on the octopus-thing.

Well, s**t.

"Well, I'm out of ideas," said Sailor Nerissa.

"Sailors!" There was Astraea in her cat form sitting behind them, tail swishing, having a strange and slightly desperate look of forced cheer on her face. It was her Astraea expression of, you are all complete wastes of resources, energy and air, but I'm going to have to cheerlead you all anyway, ugh. "Don't aim at the tentacles! You must get something in its mouth!"

Pegasus offered a flat look to the grey cat behind them, not saying anything, although her expression clearly read back 'Well that was what I had been trying to do.' As it was, Flora answered for her, and the teal-skirted senshi had to really work at not grinning, focusing back on the octopus, fists clenched in a defensive position. Mouth. Octopus. With arms that randomly sprouted. It was like that scene in Hercules, where he almost died due to head-slicing.

Well burying it under a pile of rocks seemed out of the question, unless a random cliff suddenly appeared in a spotlight of holy light to save the day. Unlikely. So they were screwed. And not even in the good way.

Unless...

"I think..."

She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes again at the monster. It was a long shot. And she didn't like it. But what choice did they have at this point?

"Nerissa," Slowly, very slowly, she turned her gaze towards the blue haired girl, expression thoughtful, "Do you think your whirlpool could restrain most of those tentacles?" She had an idea. It was a dumb idea, and she hated it, but it was the only thing she could come up with in such short a time, and she couldn't do it by herself. The sirens were getting louder, reminding them their time was short. She turned next to Flora, resisting the urge to call her Evey.

"Flora, use your pollen. Even if the whirlpool doesn't work. In fact, even more so if it doesn't work, because you'll be our only hope to distract this thing."

She needed something to distract it. Even one tentacle could block her puny attack, and then they'd be worse off than they were now. With any luck at all, it would drop dead from just the poison pollen, and her useless energy blast wouldn't be necessary.

So apparently, Nerissa's attack was a whirlpool, but wouldn't stop the creature? Flora started to wring her hands in agitation, but stopped; it was such a distasteful habit. It wouldn't do for them to get caught, she imagined them surrounded by patrol cars, guns pointed at them when they weren't the bad guys and weren't allowed to hurt them. Not that she wanted to, of course. She might, if things got desperate, but she didn't want to think along those lines for long.

"Alright." She breathed, nodding, giving the monster a glare, wishing it would drop dead, for goodness sake! "Just give the signal."

Nerissa abandoned the piece of the bike rack with a clang, and started walking towards the octo-youma in her high heels with no worry in her gait at all. Cool guys may have walked away from explosions, but it took even cooler guys to walk towards them while cracking their knuckles again and tossing their hair back with one hand. A leader, no. Style points, yes.

Then she spat (classy) off to one side, and placed her hand down on the road where the youma was still rampaging in front of them. "Tidal Concrete Vortex!"

She'd been right about it not fitting -- the whirlpool that opened up underneath the youma wasn't big enough to suck the whole thing in. It sucked in a motorbike. It sucked in the stop sign. And the octopus youma braced itself around the maelstrom with its tentacles clinging to the side, trying to ride out the waves. This meant that its long arms were out of commission, but it wasn't quite falling into the blender of Sailor Nerissa's attack. Time for Flora to up the ante.

And the police sirens were getting louder.

Nerissa's attack had taken care of most of the major tentacles. Flora's had distracted the rest, the youma clearly weakened. This was it. Now or never. Her foot connected with the top of the bike rack, and she was airborne, readying her own attack.

s**t, this was so stupid.

Outwardly, she looked like she was going to beat the thing with her bare hands, looking pissed off beyond all shadow of a doubt, folding her arms across her chest, the iridescent sphere growing once more before her. Inwardly, she had to steel herself for failure, as she often steeled herself against disagreeable occurrences. Relationships, for one. But no. Just no. Not this time. This would work. Her chest hurt. Her ears were ringing from the police sirens, now practically on top of them. Her nerves were shot. But god damn everything if this didn't work.

'Dream Kinesis!'