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She ran after the youma, preparing to end it while in was on the ground. That worked, at least. A few stomps later it was a pile of silvery dust on the ground. Good. Still, it was hard to feel relieved or even happy about a victory when there was so much Chaos around it was hard to tell where each aura was coming from, and that was before she got punched in the back. She hissed in pain and stumbled forward, though she managed to keep from falling in the end. It wasn't even that bad. It had hit her more to the side, missing her spine completely. What it meant was worse, as there was a Negaverser behind her.

She whirled around to face him. At least it wasn't one she knew, not that it mattered. "Is this what you mean when you say you're protecting the earth? Preying on helpless people?" she screamed at him, though it was a rhetorical question, really. Any appeal that the Negaverse had for her had dissolved moments ago. Still, just screaming at him wasn't enough. She sent a punch at his face. "Murderer!" She didn't know it was true, but it didn't matter. They all were awful monsters at the very least.

Cybele's punch connected. She felt a vague sense of satisfaction when staring at the extra bit of crimson on his face, but that quickly faded. Like always, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to keep from talking. Apparently he was a murderer, and proud. It wasn't enough to keep him from proving it. It was barely even enough to make him flinch.

"No!" she screamed when the person went down, wanting to do something, anything, but the youma was so fast. She stood there, watching in shock and horror as it took the guy from screaming and begging to a mangled heap of body parts in a matter of seconds. It took her another second to realize she was still screaming, though she had felt the tears in her eyes already. She couldn't push the image from her mind, the fact that somebody's life had just ended. "No..." she whispered again. Or the other thing- the fact that people kept promising her that she was strong enough to help people. They were wrong. She was useless.

"Do it, then. Kill me," she offered suddenly, though of course she didn't want to die. A somewhat fair fight seemed better than trying to run through the crowd of people and monsters, so she charged him again, this time kicking at him, and momentarily forgetting the youma. "If you can..." she added, trying to push to the back of her mind the fact that her death was a very real possibility.

The misanthrope would never understand her love for people. He'd never understand the pain she felt when a stranger succumbed to the youma. He'd never understand her undying motivation to help all these civilians that would never recognize her for her efforts.

But he didn't have to.

Bischofite raised an eyebrow at the senshi's command, then smiled crookedly. So she wanted to die? Her declaration was unnecessary; he'd always try to kill her. They knew each other now, understood each other in a way. She stood as the willows stood: silent watchers and weepers, mourning the losses they could never prevent. He waited as the crows waited: searching for weakness, that final cough of life that signified the spoils of war. She had guts and enough disregard for her own mortality to charge at him in his element. He liked that. If she, by some ill-begotten stroke of luck, survived this place, he might commend her on that.

Bischofite opened his arms in a welcoming gesture at her approach. "See you on ze ozzer side, girl." As soon as he picked up on her telegraphed kick, he ducked and silently hoped her momentum would carry her into the youma. If it did, they'd probably finish the job for him. If not, well... Maybe a little push was in order.

After meeting with Captain Mica and Lieutenant Bischofite for the plan, Sailor Typhon got into position for the attack. However, his need for a smoke caught up with him, and he took the time alone for a quick smoke break. Unfortunately, this caused him to actually arrive to the attack just a little bit late - hopefully not too late - not that he'd care either way, facing punishment or failing the mission. A smoke break, like most things, was something he should be entitled to.

As soon as he arrived, he spotted a terrified civilian who liked ripe for the plucking, and approached her to drain some of her energy. He chased her onto the ride, but before he could drain her the ride started to take off, trapping him on with her just out of reach.

Oh well, there's worse things than being stuck on an awesome and fun roller coaster. He'll just have to get her when he can get off the roller coaster.

"Oh well," Alfheim said, doing his best to sound casual after being jerked off a railing and falling onto an octopus... thing. Did it count as an octopus when there were ten tentacles?

"After you, then. Ladies first." Not that he wasn't trying to get free, a large part of him was genuinely concerned with the not dying thing. Even if he hadn't contributed to it's demise entirely on purpose, when this knight stepped on it, it let out a screech that Alfheim took as a cue to end it with one more good kick.

"Thanks for the assistance."

Rolls:
Roll #1: 1 (The Cue)
Roll #2: 10 (Critical Hit)
Roll #3: 5 (Defense Force)
Roll #4: 8 (Defense Force)

Teeth snapped closer and closer to her, more youma rushing toward her as the first two failed to finish her off. Cybele kicked at a smaller one, succeeding at turning it to dust, but her own attacks missed more often than not, or didn't seem to do much damage. Mostly she had to dodge, though, and her energy was fading. Soon she would have stumbled, and though some of the youma near her had moved on to easier targets, several stood nearby, waiting for that moment.

Bischofite protected her from them even as he almost ended her life. It wasn't the first time she was trapped on the ground looking up at someone from the Negaverse, so she was scared but not panicked, especially as it meant the youma weren't trying to devour her anymore. He threw harsh words she couldn't help but believe and threats she assumed to be empty at her, and she blinked up at him, shaking slightly but waiting for the right moment to escape. She flattened herself even more against the ground when he touched her, but it didn't seem as though he could actually kill her until he sunk his hand into her chest.

She gasped as his fingers tightened around her soul, her calculating stare becoming wide eyed and vacant in pain. These words were enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes, as if having her starseed squeezed wasn't enough. They cut through the blood on her face and moistened the dusty ground as she waited for everything to go black. It didn't, of course, which was almost worse. The moment of relief was soiled by his awful smile- he had won and he knew it. She stood as soon as she could and stared at him, hands curled into fists she knew she couldn't use. "This isn't the end. You made sure of that," she pointed out as he turned to leave, then ran in the other direction before he or the youma could rethink their decisions about ending her life. One charged her and she pushed it harshly out of the way, still running, as the first sob escaped her throat. She would find a safer place and try, somehow, to recover.