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Sailor Sabine, Senshi of Tactics

Sabine was relieved to see Phact, and thus, turned her attention to the swiftly growing group as it came. She had heard Phact call out for Myrrha so she kept an eye out for the Senshi of Scents as well, hoping to catch her again. With the chaos from the fire and the running from the Barracks, Sabine's adrenaline levels were high and she felt on edge.

She didn't like this feeling. She'd been anxious before, plenty of times. There had been times she'd been honestly worried about Phact, and Arthur. But, this... This was a different feeling entirely. She felt a cold dread that sunk all the way down her spine into her gut. She almost wanted to be sick, looking at the massive wall of youma ahead - of the energy signature she felt.

They had to get through it though, so she screwed her courage as best she could, and looked to Phact for guidance for now. She couldn't go gung-ho like she had in the barracks. "If we can get as many starseeds as we can in one person... if we can get close enough to the portal I can get them the rest of the way..."

Well provided they just weren't dogpiled by youma anyway.

Nirvana, Page of Pluto

He moved with a steady pace, exiting the fallen academy and getting himself and Havasu a safe distance away before stalling in his motions. He was tired, and he knew the man at his side had to be hurting more than he. Even as he tried to breathe, Nirvana winced, the adrenaline of the battle having started to wear off, and her finding that perhaps he was a bit more injured than he had first thought.

He looked around the area, eyes scanning to see if any more of his group had made it safely from their adventures. He saw Cetus, Phact, Sabine, Erebus and Venice, he please that so many were still doing well. He glanced to Havasu, he forcing a tired smile as he once more began to walk toward the group. "We can do this, Buddy. Just a bit further." It was not far, but he was now hurting, and with Hav's arm and lack of energy, they were not the quickest of pairs.

It took some time, but as they neared the group, Nirvana had to take a break, setting the squire down and falling to his knees himself. The bare skin of his chest and stomach were reddened and angry with the abuse he had taken. He was more than certain they would be bruises, but even as he thought it, the idea that he could have fractured a rib by being flattened by the girls hit him. "s**t...no wonder it hurts to breathe."

He chuckled darkly, keeping his head down for a time to collect himself before he looked up to meet the eyes of his team. "I tried to keep him safe...I am sorry Phact, He was too fast for me."

((I have Fiction's permission to drag Havasu with Nirvana, seeing as he is his support))

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Kastra, Senshi of Meditation

Kastra was well winded as she brought up the tail end of the parade running from the burning barracks. her running still less than lady-like as her skirt was held up about her middle, protecting the cache of starseeds. She looked to Phact and the others as she managed to rejoin the group, her large eyes larger still as the depth of what they had just seen and done hit her. "We are alive...thank the gods..."

It was only then that she noticed their next challenge, she laughing in what seemed to be a defense for her emotions. Tears coming to her eyes as she nearly fell forward. She could have stayed out of this, she could have been at home with her mother and cooking. But now she stood there, facing down a wall of youma. How was she to even fathom winning this war?

She looked to Phact, noting that beyond her was Nirvana and the man that Phact loved. She saw Havasu's injuries, she wincing at them visibly and feeling the pain that she knew Phact herself had to be going through. "Oh my god..."

Sylvia, Corrupt Guardian Cat

Sylvia raced through the corridors, urged on by the sounds of battle - whether to or from, she hadn't entirely decided. She wasn't sure how much help she'd be, and she valued her skin, nine lives and all. She considered their prospects grimly. An attack hadn't just been unexpected, it was nigh unheard of - and she had keenly felt the psychic scream as Apetite had fallen. Laurelite would be out there, certainly, but still -

This was looking more and more like a losing battle.


She dodged and weaved between the feet of agents and youma alike, her curiosity and sense of duty sending her running to the forefront of the battle rather than skulking safely behind. She wasn't above ankle biting, if need be - and the need was great. Her paws almost moved as if by some outside force. The will of Metalia was strong.

She leaped around the path's next bend and skidded to a halt, nearly colliding with several Order soldiers.

Sylvia hissed, puffing up her fur and flicking her ratty tail. A low yowl escaped her lips as she threw herself at the nearest opponent.

Of course not knowing what Sabine's magic was he couldn't tell where she belonged in group formation. But when he spotted others approaching the group and took in their states he nodded his head. He was already figuring things out, even as Chaldene and Delphi arrived and the coat was offered. "Good, Delphi in the middle, fill the coat with the cargo, and the other knight." Nodding to Havasu. "Go with her in the center. Between you the cargo should be manageable. We can keep you both safe as we make our way out."

Looking to Phact to see if this was an acceptable idea to her, for confirmation, he looked over the group then once more. "We don't have time to really put in a lot of planning, as Chaldene has said." They had to get moving and sooner rather than later. This was going to turn into a fight and they could talk later - now they needed to escape. Moving toward the coat, tossed onto the ground, he spread it out and dumped out his load of starseeds, untucking his shirt in order to do so. "Ok, lets go, all in." He said looking up at everyone.

Chibi Oort -- In group with Perdita, Oberon, Tomlin, Chara and Ambrosia

It was not the first time that Oort had felt the aura of a General Queen, although at the time he hadn't been aware that that was what he feeling.

However he had started reading the senshi primer that he'd found on his phone after that night at the Tea shop and whilst he hadn't yet finished it he had read up on auras and so knew that the cold, strong aura that he was sensing belonged to someone who was really, really strong.

"I'll stay with you guys too" he said and if there was a tremor in his voice then he wasn't going to admit to it. "We need to get these back" and by these he was referring to the starseeds that they had rescued. "And it'll prob'ly be easier if we work together" even if 'getting back' meant having to somehow get past all the assembled bad guys and monsters as well as the person with the creepy strong aura.

He tightened his hands on the fabric of the cloth holding the starseeds he had gathered, his reddish eyes a mixture of fear intermixed with stubborn determination behind his glasses. "I didn't get to use my magic again back in the barracks" and it was a bit of an apology to Oberon as well as a general statement - although they had managed pretty okay without it. "But I can use it here if it'll help" adding for Ambrosia's benefit because the others had already heard "It can make people stronger for a little bit, although sometimes it makes them faster."

He frowned as he continued "I don't know how many times I can use it though and I've already used it once, although I think I can manage it again."

Somehow he would manage it again if it was needed he told himself. If it would help them get starseeds back then he'd manage it.

“You… are… shitting… me,” Centisima gasped out when he’d finally slowed to a halt behind the rest of their fellow Order fighters and took in the sight of of the Negaverse resistance. The senshi groaned, gripped tighter to Scholomance when when he started slip and then remembered the other guy might want to sit down.

He sunk in a crouch, letting the squire slide off as he wanted and do whatever, Centisima didn’t care, sit there, hold on, roll over and cry; all valid options. “I should have stayed at home and watched Netflix. I’m all for magical adventures but this is a bit too hardcore for me.” He didn’t sound angry, just resigned and slightly annoyed. He was glad Sedna had stayed behind.

“Hey, maybe we can find someone who can heal you before we get eaten by a s**t-ton of youma?”

Lt. Sylvite

She'd been curled up in bed, sneaking in some late night games on her phone, and then there was a sharp tug on her mind and she wasn't. She was in her black, ruffled uniform in a dark, crystal-ly cavern which she would have been way more excited about if it it wasn't so late, and if the cavern hadn't been swarming with Order.

Just seeing them made that dark feeling creep into her stomach again. Her small mouth curved into a frown. There were so many more than she'd known even existed. She wanted to rip each of them apart for whatever they'd done down here- she could smell smoke faintly in the distance- on top of what they'd done to her, on top of making Chrysocolla cry. That wasn't actually gonna happen, though, and she knew it. She had no idea what she was doing, she'd still been procrastinating on her combat training... but she'd been brought here to fight. She'd been given this chance. She had to at least try. The General-Queen she caught a glimpse of was an inspiration, too. Sylvite's eyes widened as she swung her giant scythe around like it was nothing. She was so cool- way cooler than any Princess would ever be.

Sylvite summoned her lollipops, took what she thought was a fighting stance, and glared at the swarms of gross, sparkly invaders.

Falias, Squire of Earth -- by Kairatos and those around

anything - against the scorpion with a serious spewing problem. "But if you can clear a path forwards then I can try and sock anyone who tries to come in from the sides."

Because he had his fists and his hands and whilst he wasn't the greatest fighter - he did know how to throw a punch.

And besides they had gone through enough trouble trying to grab the code for him to give up just yet.