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His team was gone. Ilmenite looked up from the torn mess of his palms, blood-stained fingers, hissing with pain as he took in the scene around him dark eyes scanning the crowd in search of -- well, in search of Zink. Anchor at sea, and Ilmenite didn't see him.

Instead he saw Asclepius launching herself toward another lieutenant, and he drew in a sharp breath, forcing himself to focus. He had long legs: he wouldn't get there in time to save Labyrinthite from her strike, but close...

He heard the medicine senshi's cry before he even saw her darting towards him. His expression was a solemn one as his head snapped towards the sound of Ascelpuis's voice. His amber eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips into a thin line as he pivoted himself to face her. "Back for another defeat?" He sneered raising his weapon and lashing out at her.

"I'm in no mood to play," he stated coldly advancing toward her as she swung at him. He brought and arm to block, deflecting most of the blow but felt her graze his cheek. "You chose the wrong guy to mess with," he warned shaking his head as he thrust out a fist, aiming for the girls gut even as his cheek throbbed.

Lyra bit her lip at the expression Ares seemed to give her.

Lyra felt like a failure.... She had killed once, a random lieutenant. But.. that was different. it was not a face she knew. She hated scheelite with a passion, but she knew in the end his face would haunt her dreams. She started to approach the duo, to at LEAST round a kick at them... but her attention was changed as Hel approached.

"Invaded? We were BORN here." She hissed, turning back towards the senshi she first was fighting. "Born, raised, BRED here. So our souls wandered here, MUST have been for a reason hmm? Like we invaded, right. Its a free country. its the negaversers whom are killing. Learn to share the sandbox, jeez."

Lyra saw the hand coming before it was there, the smoke not having effected her own eyes. Lyras hand flew up, and grabbed the senshis wrist before the attack could have met the more experienced warriors. "KNOW your place." She attempted to toss the corrupted senshi away.

Chromite was a failure.

She'd failed Beryl by refusing to fight in Elysium. She'd failed her Captain during the battle with the Snow Queen. She'd failed her idols Tanzanite and Uranophane by not getting to the warehouse in time to help with the rescue. So it was with those thoughts that she had already been running full speed towards the battle when General-King Marthozite died. The ripple of dark energy made her intictually shudder before her anger and determination forced any more silly mere-human feelings away.

Skidding to a stop at the edge of the fray, alert eyes focused on who was where keeping a mental checklist of nearby senshi, Negaverse known and unknown to her, and anything else that may get in her way of helping her friends. Of helping the family that this Moon Kingdom seemed so intent on ripping apart... And they called themselves the 'good guys'. She wondered for a spilt instant if their "Queen" would really be so pleased with them as they thought.

Catching the movement of a ridiculously over-dressed sailor scout about to collide with a Lieutenant she'd only ever seen in passing she scowled and pulled out her weapon. She wouldn't shoot it, this wasn't the time for 'attack by marshmallow', but instead set her mouth and ran directly at Gianfar much in the same fashion he was running at Zanazziite. But instead of aiming to barrel him over, she was going to strike him over and over again with her plastic gun.

She was here to answer the call, out of breath and wild eyed. Of course. It was an oddly subdued Lt. Ametrine that joined the battle, the General-King Marthozite's death only a part of what ate away at her. But it was a large part. One of their leaders had been killed-- what did that mean for the Negaverse? What were they, what were any of them but misplaced children, teenagers caught up in an epic battle that by all rights should not have been their own? They had paid the price for their power in blood. She gripped her pitchfork, orange eyes narrowed as she scanned the ranks of their assembled enemies. Marthozite would not die in vain.

With the smell of chloroform so fresh in her nose-- not there anymore, no, not there because she was out of that abandoned building, free of the ropes that had bound her, and the vigilantes who had almost been the end of Ametrine-- she couldn't forget that they had all been the enemies of the people. Negaverse, senshi... the common herd did not distinguish. But where those three men had tried to extinguish one life, the senshi would kill as many of them as it took to destroy them. And that could not, and would not be tolerated.

The senshi were the invaders. They were the ones who didn't belong. They wanted to tear down the Negaverse and own this world that was not their own. Ametrine was just close enough to hear Hel, and she agreed. It was time to act. There was a face that she recognized from a labyrinth of twisted fairytales. Lyra. They had solved puzzles together. They had faced terrible twisted trees together. But now Lyra was the enemy, and Lyra was attacking her comrades.

No battle cry curdled the blood of her enemies. No banner was raised on high. When the Lieutenant went for the senshi, she was silent. Pitchfork outstretched, she jumped into the fray, and as she swung at Lyra, now came the snarl. "Let her go!" Hel. Every bit of pent up rage and frustration buoyed her now. She knew who Hel was. She didn't know her personally, but that wasn't important. Every Negaverse life mattered. She would be damned if she stood by and watched when the corrupted senshi was in peril.

Easier for Asclepius to think about getting out of his way than actually doing it: Ilmenite didn't launch into battle with the same finesse that the pair had been showing. Instead he flung himself at her. All elbows and knees, long limbs, he turned his body into a projectile, going for the tackle.

His hands were still dripping blood, a gorey sight, wheat-slashed, and while his expression was still somewhat haunted, there was a determination drawn over it as he struggled to bring the girl to the ground. It had worked well the last time.

About a week ago Sailor Bellatrix was accosted by a frantic Negaverser looking for information while she was patrolling. The Nega was a newbie, and herself being a super senshi, it really wasn't much of a match,. After one attack, the Nega had chosen instead to simply sit with her and tell her what was going on.

It seemed the officer had sparse details, but it was enough for Bellatrix to form an oppinion. She'd heard of the BMC before, and didn't approve. Now that she was of a more neutral standpoint, she really didn't. Kidnapping? Possible torture? The look on that poor Lt.'s face as she told Bellatrix about the situation drew sympathy from the Senshi of Fortitude.

And now that senshi stood on the outskirts of the battle field, watching. Should she get involved? She'd no doubt be labeled a traitor for assisting the Negaverse, and she might even get attacked by those she was, for just this once, willing to help. She probably should have talked to Themis about this first. As it was though, she had slipped out of the house leaving Ainsley on Cora's care, as usual, and went to the place where she felt all this power....

As of yet, Super Sailor Bellatrix did not act. She was an observer. She had sworn that she would neither help nor hinder her own faction for something that didn't have anything to do with her, her friends, or the people she cared about. Still....something in her brought her out here. Sympathy? For those who had once been so clearly labeled the enemy? Who was the enemy now? Who were the real monsters here?