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Mauvian Sailor Ash (with Mont Blonc, Aegir and Thyrmr, being attacked by three disposables)

The decision was made by Aegir in the end, as was probably proper for a leader. Ash wasn’t sure if she was happy he chose to keep on their original goal, or if she wished he’d decided to follow Mont Blonc’s pleading to go to the ruins. One seemed to entail less immediate danger, but… well. There was probably nowhere here that was all that much less dangerous than anywhere else.

As the small team began to move, Ash perked up and trotted to put herself in their midst, her little toy gun held tightly in both hands pressed to her chest. There was so far outside her comfort zone… She was R&D, information, support… she was not front-line fighting. But after everything that had happened with Amphitrite and all the times her senshi had gone missing, or gone to fight without her and gotten hurt… staying safely behind a screen just wasn’t going to work any more. She needed to be there, with them.

Still. Her silver tail tucked between her legs as she minced forward in her platform boots, feeling just a little adrift and more than a little nervous… scared even, though line of her mouth spoke of determination, even if her ears pressed back flat to her hair.

A flash of light caught her attention and Ash perked up a little, catching sight of a familiar white-haired head. Castor! She thrilled to know the Prince was here, a beacon of strength to add to their own. It made her feel better, knowing they had that on their side.

It didn’t take long for that strength to be called into play. They’d barely made it a dozen steps inside and a captain came flying at them, making Ash squeak as she danced backwards and out of the reach of that flying quarterstaff. Aegir jumped immediately into harm’s way, taking the harsh blows from the magic wood on almost-bare limbs. The guardian clutched her gun tighter as she cast around for something, anything that would help… And that was when she caught the captain rushing Mont Blonc, taking advantage of his distraction with the lieutenant who seemed utterly confused by what was going on.

Ash squeaked and darted forward, her boots rapping against stone. She crashed into the Saturn Squire’s side and threw her hands up in front of them, one clutching the bun while the other spread fingers wide. As she did, glowing little hexagonal panels suddenly sprang to life before them, locking together as they curved up and over in a protective dome, covering both the guardian and the knight she was protecting. The chicken club crashed against it with a spray of sparks and Ash quailed back against Mont Blonc, dropping her hands when the shield she had called did it’s duty to block the attack, and then exploded like holographic glass to melt away.

Lieutenant Bolton

Bolton wasn't cleaning, for once. She did a lot of that; things got dusty around here pretty fast, youma being what they were, and her weapon was a broom. It seemed obvious. Today, though, she was attempting to befriend a particular youma--it looked just like a cat, if a cat could have seven or eight eyes (she hadn't quite managed to count yet)--by plying it with tiny orbs of energy. She had just gotten it to allow her to pet it when she heard... something. A bellowing roar.

Her first thought was Zircon. Her Captain had to be somewhere, didn't she? Bolton was big, Bolton was strong, but she didn't have the rank to leave the Negaverse space like her Captain did. The only thing to do was to hide... or fight...

She shooed her little cat-youma away by rolling her last ball of energy across the floor. It skittered into the shadows. She held her breath and waited, but it didn't return.

With that duty discharged, there was another one to perform. She shut the door carefully behind her. Against the many weapons and magic of the knights and senshi, her broom felt very fragile, but she had nothing else... except...

"Castor," she shouted, planting herself in front of him. Not as a challenge, but as a distraction. "You let me die." Would he even remember? This was so stupid.

Entering into the castle Venice was keeping close to his fellow Ganymede knight as well as Erebus. The cute hand holding, and cuddling, was not to be seen. In it's place he was calm, or as calm as could be, and serious as his dark eyes swept over the chaos unfolding around them.

Hearing Ganymede's words he nodded his head. "Others distraction for us to get to goal." He said as his gaze focused on Gevaudan, hopefully he could lead them to where this Metalia was. Hopefully they wouldn't be somewhere else. If they found this being though...then what? Would they be strong enough? He had nothing to offer in this fight, save for whatever physical ability he had. He had no magic and his weapon wasn't really a weapon, even though he held it tightly in his right hand.

"Play nice? Now where would the fun be in that?" He questioned with atilt of his head and questioning eyes, he even considered fluttering his eyes at her just to add to it. Why would he play nice? He was only sorry that his blade only did damage to her outfit and not her - a shame.

How sad that she'd jumped back just in time, he supposed he might have to use his teleporting to his advantage in this fight - no problem there. Just as he was thinking about that she called out some attack. Oh! Now that was new and painful. Stepping back as the fabric of his pants and parts of his shirt were cut up leaving skin showing.

At least he wasn't bleeding, for which he was thankful. He didn't care to try and explain a bunch of cuts covering him the next time he spent time with Aiden or when he went to visit his parents as he was likely to do this coming weekend. Staring down at his tattered and torn up clothing, and the thin little cuts across his fair flesh he fought back the urge to hiss in pain, as well as the urge to rub at and try and soothe his legs. Instead he focused his attention back on the girl.

"I do apologize, but if you wanted me to strip you didn't need to be so...forceful about it. You could have asked." Though he would have said no, not that she would ask...this was a battle. Charging at her he teleported at the last minute and appeared behind her. A booted foot came up to kick at her lower back. He might be short, and petite, but he was a General for a reason.

Sailor Ferris

"She-Hulk? Oh honey, please." And Ferris grinned, swinging a fist at the Agent rapidly. Sure, she'd take a hit, but in the end, that was fine - she was used to a fight or two, and Ferris winked mockingly.

"You could atleast class up sweetheart."

Disposable Captain Crunch(bite)

Crunchbite or - as most knew him - Crunch, had not particularly wanted to spend his evening in the Negaspace, however he had had paperwork that needed completing and wasn't that a kicker because it wasn't so long ago that he had been a Lieutenant - just a mere grunt at the bottom of the chain.

However with promotion had come more work and paperwork, which was why he was at the castle and not tucked up cosy at home.

He sighed, absently sucking on the end of his pen as he wished that the stupid report would write itself ignoring the skittering sound of youma moving in the shadows as he stared down at the paper.

The sudden flare of Order auras however was noticeably much more difficult to ignore however given that they were not supposed to be here.

Blue eyes that were a shade lighter than his hair stared around in disbelief for a few moments as if doing so would make the auras disappear.

It didn't and in fact by the sound of what sounded suspiciously like a commotion it sounded like there was fighting going on.

Crunch scowled because whilst he had wanted an excuse to get out of having to write his reports, he hadn't expected in to come in the form of Order daring to storm the Negaverse's castle and then he summoned the club that had replaced the stupid twig thingy that had been his weapon as a Lieutenant and went looking for his General, Fudgelite because he remembered that the other was somewhere in the castle...

And if he ended up encountering any Order peeps on the way then Crunch was quite happy to give them a lesson on how rude it was to invite themselves to places where they were not welcome...

With the business end of his club.

Just like the eternal, Chaldene, she was at the front of the group prepared to put up a shield if and when the time came for it to be needed. Judging by what was going on inside the castle so far she figured it may be sooner rather than later, just to ensure they got beyond this fighting and could make their way toward their destination. She had been glad, almost happy, when Ganymede had agreed with her idea of just rushing off after their target, and letting everyone else continue the fighting here, that they might if they rushed avoid some things which could otherwise hold them up or stop them. Word might already have reached their target as it was - they were wasting valuable time.

"Like he said, let's go." She said deferring, with a nodding of her head, to the Ganymede knight who seemed to know what way they'd need to go. "I'll keep us safe." At least she hoped so. She had only used her magic once or twice and hoped it would hold against whatever it may face. "I don't like the feeling of this place." And she wanted to get home and away from here, but only after a victory. She wanted to finish this fight and they could all handle whatever the fall out was later - after. It couldn't be as bad as things were now - right?