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The eternal senshi had attempted to move her teammate to a safer location, but those efforts seemed fruitless as the young girl crashed to the ground.

Sh*t

Rather than leave the girl behind, the blonde used the hand she had grabbed onto Irene with in the first place to loop about the girl's waist. The dead-weight of a petite pipsqueak such as her teammate had nothing on the awkward pieces of metal she had to cart about on a daily basis at work.

Given, the smoke was making it harder to concentrate on anything, and the reduced amount of oxygen was making her legs burn from her continued standing.

Once more, the blonde blindly lashed her Rainbow Slicer about towards any that might have been nearby that reeked of Chaos-energy, then she attempted to pull herself and the Senshi of Peace with her towards the edge of the room. She sure as hell wasn't about to let her teammates get there before her!




[REPOST**** Iris Rainbow Slicer - Iris summons a ribbon of light from her hand which she uses in a manner like a lasso. It emits colored light, and has the potential to burn things it touches with intense heat from the colored light. Super ranked attack and brightly colored (compared to her basic attack which is more pastel).]]

If the thick smoke that surrounded them and the mask that covered her features had been non-existent, Howlite would've seen the s**t-eating grin that Leto had upon her face when she turned to see the Negaverse General at her side.

This battle could not have been more perfect for Leto. She wasn't a sweet-talker, she had never been good at it and she knew that from the get-go.... So she wouldn't even attempt to try to sway any of the White Moon Senshi to change sides. Instead, she would leave that job for teammates like Remarque who were particularly good at it.

Instead, she would do her part by destroying each and every Knight that she encountered tonight. This fight was practically made for her.

In that moment, Leto called out her first attack, "Leto Camoflage Illusion!" And for the next 30 seconds to all of her lower leveled attackers, she was incredibly difficult to see between her attack and the smoke. Howlite, however, would be able to see her as well as you could possibly see someone in a thick haze of smoke.

She turned quickly on her heel and dove for the first Page she saw in the small group that was surrounding her. When she tumbled to the ground with the unsuspecting victim of her wrath, she immediately began throwing her fists into the Page's face. At some point in the scuffle, he managed to shove Leto over and the two of them ended up in a tangle on the ground, fists flying and elbows and knees moving in attempts to jab each other.

[Sailor Scout Attack: [Leto Camouflage Illusion]
Leto can camouflage herself into her surroundings, which confuses her enemy/attacker. She is not invisible, only harder to see- she can be heard by anyone around her, and her chance of detection increases the closer she is to the other person (particularly if she is directly in front of them). This attack lasts 30 seconds and she is only unseen by low-level enemies. It takes 5 minutes to recharge and can only be used twice per battle.]

((Second roll for Wolframite))

(Order)



Of all the times for the Negaverse and the DMC to attack, it had to be when they were all -finally- starting to get along? After all that she had said, after all that Sailor Tsui had been willing to do, to stand up for those 'peaceful' Negas and the DMC, and this was how they paid back her kindness?

She coughed and wheezed, grabbing one of her white, long bangs and shoving it into her mouth in an attempt to clear the smoke from her lungs. She was certain that it wasn't going to work, but she'd be damned if she didn't try. Her eyes burned from Ares' attack, slamming her eyes shut and opening them cautiously. Great, she could barely hit anything on a GOOD day, much less now.

But Tsui wasn't going to take this lying down. Even if it cost her her life. That was NOT the Tiger's way to go. She'd simply have to fight without her signature attack until the smoke cleared, if it ever cleared.

"I've been wanting to punch SOMEONE in the face this entire meeting. THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN OUTLET!" Tsui roared, spitting out her hair and immediately throwing a punch at the first masked DMC she saw. She didn't care if she missed, or even if the attack did nothing. Tsui. Was. PISSED.

ORDER POST

No. No. NO!

It wasn't supposed to be like this, Super Sailor Pasiphae told herself through her tears, struggling against the effect of the gas. The meeting had so many Senshi. So many Guardian Cats to disguise their energy signatures. And now... now the enemy was... it was worse than the battle prior to the Surrounding!

Her hands curled into fists as she searched the room for any of her team mates, any of her friends who needed her assistance. Her knees quivered as she rose from the position she had been seated in before the meeting was interupted, but she stood firm. She didn't like to fight... but she would rather die than allow any one of these interlopers claim another life if she could help it. She charged, somewhat blindly, at the nearest small-scale youma and kicked it to the ground in a poof of dust.

[I am going back to study until 10 p.m. CST. I am more than happy to battle people, DMC or Nega! She'll also join forces with any Order character! Please quote me if you're interested--if not, she'll just be fighting at random.]

[Chaos, hourly]

It was a bit comforting to have Mimistrobell right behind him; Remarque didn’t have to crane his neck to make sure she wasn’t getting herself into any messes. He took a step back, just to make sure that she wasn’t in any immediate danger.

His eyes darted from her face back to the crowd, and though he wasn’t looking at her, he was still turned towards her.

“You focus on staying alive. Only hit somebody if you think you can handle getting hit back. Stay close and I’ll make sure nobody ******** you over too badly,” he promised, offering her a light elbow of encouragement.

Mimistrobell might be tiny, but she moved quickly—and he knew that she wasn’t a stupid girl. While she wasn’t anywhere near the fighter he was, he was positive she had the workings of a great one in her. She’d blossom into a hell of a fighter one day—provided somebody didn’t kill her first.

Like that Senshi that just punched him in the face.

He had been turned towards Mimistrobell and never even saw the girl’s fist fly from his peripheral.

That’d ******** teach him for running his mouth when he should have been paying attention.

It didn’t hurt as much as it might have if he weren’t wearing the mask, but that didn’t mean that it tickled, either. The girl’s blow jostled his the mask into an uncomfortable position on his face—and then the stinging settled in.

His teeth were grit and he clenched his hands by his side before slowly turning to face the Senshi that dare strike him.

Go figure it would have been Tsui. She still hadn’t learned to mind herself. Remarque had always played nice before—given her ample warnings. But now she’d crossed the line. Attack him? Him? In the face?

With his right hand he moved to adjust the mask back into its proper position on his face and pulled his left arm back, fist clenched tightly, and threw a punch aimed directly at her jaw.

ATh e a r t

ChibiGingi

Mont Blonc was still blinded by the gasses - teary eyed, coughing, and probably a bit snot-faced. He was,by most accounts, defenseless. He was well aware though that he had apparently been found, and could hear and feel the table he had cowering under be tossed aside like it didn't weigh a thing. He was no doubt blubbering and making all manner of fearful squeaks and squeals.

By this time he was wildly flailing his weapon, as wells as kicking his long, lanky, legs. The flailing and kicking might have done something to knock Requiem's aim, but it was still close enough, and a hard enough punch, to hurt like hell.

Mont Blonc's vision was already practically null at the time, but now there was a darkening and stars. His flailing stopped as he could only double over - a pitiful whelp of a Paige at the mercy of the merciless Eternal.