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If Sailor Merope was dressed in pinks, oranges, and yellows, then Scheelite would have been hit by a fruity punch. Instead, all the Lieutenant got was a salty punch that was sure to draw inappropriate snickers if he ever told anyone else what had happened. Moreso if he used the word "salty" and "punch" together in the same sentence. Horray for context!

The boy felt a flash of triumph as his attack hit, dashed quickly by the soft ping! of a smokebomb hitting his back. "Agh! What!?" He gasped, turning to try and see what had hit him. A meteor fell close to his position, encouraging the youth to skitter sideways and away from the falling object.

As Alcyone called his name, he turned to face her to see her... charging at him? His confusion was dropped in order to be replaced with a bright grin, kneeling down before boosting her up with a, "WHOOP!" of encourangement. "AWWWW YEAH!" He yelled, turning to see.

He hoped she hit him.

He hoped the other senshi didn't try to get between them.

He hoped he would never have Alcyone use those heels on him. Ever.

Currently there was one thing on Scheelite's starseed drugged mind. Get to Zink. Hug Zink. Maybe skip off into the night. Kicking senshi a** was also pretty far up on the list, but his partner outranked them. By a -lot-.

So it was little wonder that the glowstick loving lieutenant knew nothing of their little plan until it was far too late. Really, he was happy to see Zink come running towards him! It saved him at least a few steps on his mission to get to his partner's side. But...then Zink was crashing into him and Scheelite flailed a bit as he stumbled backwards. The blonde went down, leaving his partner behind to take his place in Alcyone's intended attack.

There were a few drawn-out seconds in which Alcyone felt like she could rise on higher until she was just a speck in the sky among dim-lit stars, and it was a tremendously overwhelming feeling, like when she first learned she could leap to unnatural heights with Atlas all those months ago. In these seconds of bliss, Alcyone was elated and free; never in practice had she been thrown this far off the ground before.

Though as law of gravity dictates, what comes up must inevitably come down. She had been ready, her legs stretched out in a way that could knock whatever she was aiming for down and potentially for a good long while. It had been just as they rehearsed, only this time, she actually had a target to aim and he very much deserved it in her angry green eyes. She was falling faster and faster, she could almost reach and kick Scheelite in the face if she wanted to.

However, through a swift course of events that included a brave sense of comradeship, her plans drastically changed. There wasn't any way for her to direct her fall away from Zink, and before she could close her eyes in panic, her high jump kick firmly connected to the lieutenant's upper torso. Along with her knees, legs, and the rest of her body as she fell in a heap of limbs ontop of him.

She wasn't prepared for that kind of impact. Practice had neglected the use of a stand-in dummy, and only because Alcyone had forbade the group to sneak into a mall and steal one from a clothing department store.

Her left ankle throbbed, and any attempts at moving herself away from the enemy resulted in flashes of pain jolting up her leg. She was stuck, and she was in no situation to allow herself to be found out. Her hand reached out to hover above Zink's neck and she glared up at Scheelite, her threat obvious. "See what your recklessness has caused? You touch any of my partners again, and I swear to you I will electrocute his face off."

Merope would know first-hand that Alcyone wasn't capable of such an attack. Her hand was unwavering as she hoped, for a second time today, that the blonde agent would fall for her bluff and back off.

Scheelite had hopped back to his feet, and was snarling where he stood. But...that was just the point. He stood in place and made no effort to move any closer. Though any looking closely would see the tension and small twitches here and there as he fought himself to not dash forward.

"Let him go."
His own words were taut and forced between the snarls and growls signaling one VERY unhappy Negaverser. Even in his Starseed drugged mind he knew this was a dangerous situation, and despite how hyper he'd been acting he wasn't so crazy as to toss the life of his partner to these senshi.

"Let him go and we'll leave now. Touch him and I swear I won't rest til all of you are dead and I have your Starseeds as proof. Don't ******** mess with me..."
That was Hyde (Schyde?) speaking and not normal Scheelite. It didn't matter, the threat was still quite real. He wasn't leaving until Zink was safe, and by god if his partner was harmed further...

Her hand remained motionless above Zink's neck, and Alcyone herself made no attempts to move. She knew if her injury was revealed, the two lieutenants would waste no time in showing her exactly what it meant to be a chosen agent for the Negaverse, regardless if they contained professionalism and intimidation like their predecessors had been. Dark eyes glowered and contorted her face into a scowl as she peered up at Scheelite making a fuss. It was obvious that he cared very deeply for his partner.

"Don't exactly take us lightly, either. Walk away right now and we'll let your partner go." She lifted her other hand to interrupt any objection that would come her way by him. "WALK. NOW. And he will follow you."

"And by the way," She added. "Next time I see you I won't even hesitate. That is, if I ever see you again." Alcyone was sure that Charonite, or whoever led the dubious duo wouldn't be too pleased to know that they wasted a valuable source by consuming it.

His gaze shifted through those present. Merope, Orion, Atlas, Alycone, and finally his poor partner at Alcyone's mercy. Scheelite was memorizing their faces, their names, and trying to gather any little bits of info he could remember. Though that was more Zink's territory...hopefully the shorter boy still had his wits about him and could write things down later.

But for now...

"...Fine."
He huffed, shooting Alcyone one final deadly glare before turning on his heels and starting to walk away. The little voice in the back of his head SCREAMED at him to stop. Turning his back on Senshi was stupid. They could attack him! Or kill Zink! Or anything! But he really didn't have much of a choice. Walk away now, and the duo would live to fight another day. Another day that they'd win, damnit.

Scheelite glanced back over his shoulder to make sure Zink was still okay, but otherwise made no movements beside his slow and steady walk away from the senshi team.

"The bigger they are..." Snapped back the diminutive negaverse agent, flinching and cursing under his breath as he made it to his feet just as fast as he could pondering just how fortunate it was that he had no great love of swimming and would never, he hoped, need to explain why he had high heel shaped bruises and, he was quite sure dents embedded into his chest.

Clearly, he and Scheelite needed to train more... they had just been beaten by...

By Kool-ade-Pirate-greeks... or was that roman style.
Bother all. He made sure to keep his eyes on them as he made his way to catch up to Scheelite, already fishing into his pockets for a smoke pellet to make good their get away and half stumbling over a discarded and rusty can that made him jerk to look in alarm.

Zink reached a hand to Tap Scheelite on the arm for his attention and dropped the smoke pellet.
This time at least, they should finally make good their escape. There was no doubt in his mind that he had had -quite- enough of Senshi for today.