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Scheelite hadn't fared much better through the impact. They had collided with such force and damn close to head on that it was hard to really come from that in good shape. The agent groaned, but unlike the Senshi he had collided with he didn't fall unconscious.

Barely.

Vision swimming, Scheelite felt around until he had managed to locate Lyra. A sick sort of grin twisted it's way onto his face as he wrapped his hand around her ankle. Ha! He had her now! Now...if only he could see straight. There was a slight whimper, but damnit he -wasn't- giving up. Not when he was so close to winning this! So forcing himself on he slowly walked out of the diminishing smoke cloud, dragging the unconscious Lyra behind him.

"Ziiiiiink...I...g-got you something man!"
He was trying to find Zink..who appeared to be in multiple places at once. Curse his broken vision! Looking to the more stable of the Zink's, he pulled his prize in that direction. In reality it was about ten feet to the left of where Zink stood calmly looking at his watch.

Zinkenite might have felt like victory was assured, but both of the Negaversers involved had forgotten about the almost omniscient guardian cats that watched over every senshi. Usually it was Astraea that had the abysmal timing Nealite had come to resent and hate, Linarite herself had run afoul of both Ophelia and Chloe. Now it was time for the tiniest and most useless of the cats to shine, and through the smoke, a mint-green beam of energy caught Scheelite in the chest a second before a small ball of fur launched at his face. So successful was this attack, that it never occurred to the little thing that she'd lost her hat entirely.

Derpraline had arrived, and was determined to save the senshi that had been so overwhelmed by the lieutenants. Two on one, and boys versus girls at that! Well she was here now, and she would settle things! Landing with a yowl, her rough tongue licked at Lyra's face for just a moment before she spoke to the girl. "Quick quick nebula senshi! This waaaay, you're free gotta run with Derp now! Come on!" Before the smoke could dissipate entirely, the kitten had fled and Lyra was following, albeit clumsily from her injuries. When they had collapsed into a copse of bushes not too far away and around the corner from the fearsome Negaversers, Derpraline desperately tried to figure out what to do. It wasn't easy. Her thoughts skimmed how the pretty red-headed senshi could not run very fast, her beam did not work, oh dear, oh dear. It seemed lately that they were not winning very much, and there were not many boomsenshi that could take them out, and this was one of them.

So there was really only one thing to do. But it had to be done fast, because even a guardian cat as dense and mentally deficient as Derpraline knew what happened when they went into their human forms. "Do not worry pretty senshi! Derpraline can help! Derpraline knows what to do!" A tiny paw patted Lyra's gloved hand, and in a flash was a girl looking no more than ten years old sitting on the pavement. Her skirts were voluminous and golden ringlets were everywhere. She was smiling brightly, but it faded into a look of horror as Derpraline realized that her head was suspiciously light. Hands reaching up confirmed that she was indeed, sans hat.

"Oh no! Hat! HAT! Where are you hat?!" Big blue eyes filled with tears, and she turned to look in every direction, shooing hands at the injured senshi as if she was now a pest. "Haaaaaaat oh no hat! Derp needs her hat or Derp can't...oh noooo!" Her voice was audible and carried far in the dark night. The solution was simply that she pulled her skirt up over her head like a hood, and grasped Lyra's hand.

"I have to try. Derpraline is a good guardian. Trust Derpraline!" A wobbly smile, and then eyes closed, those tiny hands pressed over Lyra's heart. For the senshi, it would have felt like her heart was glowing, and it was indeed responding to the brightening of Derpraline's star sigil. The sigil of Lyra appeared on the girl's forehead, and right when the glowing turned into burning, clear words in a decidedly more definite tone came to her ears.

"Say it with me. Lyra Star Power, Make-Up!" One hand raised into the air, like a dream, and the words were heard clearly in Lyra's voice. It was like she had no choice, her body was responding all by itself. When the light dimmed, and it seemed like everything was normal again, the girl smiling up at her with lace showing and her skirts pulled comically over her head, Super Sailor Lyra was staring back.



"Derp did good again! Now...go get my hat please?" The request was plaintive, and pathetic.

Zink stooped carefully and wide eyed and picked up the tiny hat that the cat had left behind, handling it rather like a grenade with a tenuously placed pin.
"... I... you..."
He started and stared after where the tiny terror had retreated... well 'tiny' in so much as she had been when she started.

"... you just had your a** kicked by a persian." He said bluntly somewhere between bemused and astounded.

Scheelite could use a case of Rockstars right about now. And some aspirin. And a good long nap to shake off this whole battle. Unfortunately he had none of these things.

"P-persian? What the hell are you talking a-about Zink...you silly...silly thing you."
He was walking around like he was drunk. Or...maybe stumbling around was a better way of phrasing it. The blonde was finally getting closer to his actual partner, and that was right around when Lyra made her way back onto the scene. Just hearing her voice was enough to send him right back into a rage and charge in the direction he thought he saw her.

"YOUUU! I'll get you---GAH!"
Charge until he tripped and faceplanted right at their feet of course.

Her eyes narrowed as she also spotted Scheelite. She paused to brace herself against the attack, separating her legs a little more for support.... he fell. Some part of her stared stupidly at him for a second, but she soon got her serious face back on. From past experiences- she knew not to underestimate him. And this WAS two on one. She felt something burning inside of her, something that she couldn't exactly yet form the words to. The only real thing it felt like..was raw power. She did not know it at the time, but she was actually charging herself up for the attack. If the negaversers paid attention, they might notice a spike in her power that was...slowly rising.

Walking forward she tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Passing by schee... she paused for a second to stomp right on his back with a new thicker heeled blue shoe. She walked over the Lieutenant and stared at Zinkenite almost unbelieving- it couldnt be THAT easy. All the same from previous encounters she noticed one thing, this negaverser was not a fighter... he was the thinker. She drew even more closer, she did not notice the particles that were slowly starting to float...swirling around her hands.

Swiping the hat quickly- she backed away and glared at the duo. She knew now from the energy she was feeling inside that she was powering up for something...but what? Was this some new power? She did not know the words yet! Taking the tiny hat she stuffed it into one of her long leg stockings- before raising her arms above her head- her hands side by side. A mini nebula was starting to form above them... the colors swirling. She was staring right at Scheelite.

Zink stepped forward in some alarm that she was still going to attack, unsure what to make of what seemed to be a new attack from her last one.

"You have the Hat... he is DOWN... and you have just stepped on him to boot. Is it utterly necessary for the both of you to continue kicking when your opponent is felled?" He demanded trying to reason her out of actually launching the attack.

"Better... he was felled by a kitten in a hat befitting the Kentucky Derby. Is that not sufficient satisfaction at this time? Will you really stoop so low?"

"Z-zink! GET HER! She's dangerous man, you HAVE to t-trust me on this..."
He wasn't down for the count just -yet-. Dangerously close, but he still had a bit of fight left in him. Zink had been right in his assessment, these two simply couldn't walk away from this fight.

Scheelite found the strength to get back to his feet one last time and continue after his enemy. Sure, she was snarling at his partner (ugh, she better not TOUCH Zink or she was really dead then!), and there seemed to be something growing between her hands. However, didn't that mean -now- was the time to attack? Before she could launch just whatever that was?

The blonde gave his own angry snarl as he struggled to focus his gaze on just one Lyra. When he found the most steady one (the others were a bit hazy in his vision, they couldn't be the -real- Lyra), a twisted little grin forced it's way onto his lips and the lieutenant charged.

Now with his guitar in his hands.

Which was swinging right at Lyra's head. Take her out before she could throw that glowing shiny ball. -That- was his goal now.