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Castor was ready to die. The second Tanzanite got close enough he'd drain himself dry. Use the last bits of his magic and call down hail. He'd made a decision. He'd bring her salvation, he'd kill her. As her hand reached for his chest, as his lips began to form the words, he was moving. But not forward, not backward. He was moving UP. Into the air. Around his waist was- "SCYLLA!" His scream was a tad hoarse as he mentally cursed. He could have killed her. He would have been able too. He knew it! He had her! "Damn it! Set me down!" Eyes got glimpses of the battle field but what they zero'd in on was blue hair. Vibrant, shining hair, the Grey uniform he couldn't mistake.
Linarite. As the tentacle set him on the earth, Castor was running. She was there. Tanzanite had fallen else where. She was down. Linarite wasn't. His heart pounded. 'We can offer them redemption.' His mind screamed as he felt that longing sadness edge his gut. 'The only redemption for them is with death.'

Castor charged at Linarite, a renewed determination to offer the woman he only thing left he could give her. Redemption.

Death.

Bellatrix didn't have it in her to fight him on this, So she simply sunk to the ground, laying her spear down beside her. "Alright." She hurt, and wanted to go home. Any battle spirit she might have been experiencing earlier was done and over with.

It was then that Europa joined them, and promptly puked. Ugh, eww. Oh hey, and there was Regulus too.

As his arm was lurched backwards and he was forced onto his knees the spiky haired boy hissed in pain. That had been unexpected and he was most certainly displeased. He felt the pressure on his arm and he did his best to not cry out in pain but he could feel the pain worsening.

If he didn't act quick he could easily have a broken arm and definitely not wanting to end up in the hospital and having to explain that he did the only thing he could think of. He jerked his head backward pushing all of his weight and force into that one attack.

It was the only chance he had.

Orion's mouth had gotten the best of him again and his smart a** remarks were answered with Uranophane bruising his hand pretty badly. He was really hoping the Captain didn't break it, he didn't need broken fingers along with his cracked ribs. Spitting more blood he grinned at her. "Really? Are you going to take it on vacation? Make sure to bring some sunscreen I wouldn't want my starseed to get skin cancer." He was talking out of his a** now, his head swimming in pain.

And it really didn't help when a rock whacked him in the back of the head. "OW, s**t!" He felt blood trickle down his neck and he felt woozy. This was not going to end well at all. He looked back at the senshi who threw the rock. "Buddy, try and work on your aim next time!"

...s**t.

"Hypnos ! Stay here, she'll find us !" He tried to get up after her, but the whole world spun right out of focus, and right back down he went.

Just in time to see Europa puke her lunch on the floor right next to him. Superb.

"You need to go to the hospital after this." He said, in the most big-brotherly tone he could muster.

He was also going the hell in the hospital, too. Because damn.

Bellatrix was going to have to wait until he figured out up from down before getting tended to, it seemed.

"Yes, we're going to Dubai," Uranophane cheekily replied. "I heard they have tennis courts on top of skyscrapers or something out there." One gloved hand grabbed Orion by the wrist, in an attempt at dragging him at least part of the way out from under the shield. She couldn't get at his star seed when it was blocked off like this! And that would be such a waste.

The second his arm was free he wrenched it back into a more natural position as he stood. His good hand tenderly rubbed his shoulder where he could have sworn would dislocate had the attacked continued. His body ached and he began to feel the toll of this fight. Who knew a senshi would be so evenly matched with him without the use of magic.

Well he didn't like it. Not one bit.

He stood golden eyes glaring at the senshi as they both cradled their injuries. Senshi were so goddamn tiresome. "I could say the same thing," he sighed trying to decide what to do next. Surely if they continued the way they had then the match would end evenly, or as evenly as it could, with both of them wounded heavily and exhausted which didn't seem like a pleasant option.

So he waited for the other to make a move.

She was incredible.

Suki could not help but feel a sense of awe for the General-Queen, though he was certain that she was the very manifestation of evil. Her power, however dark and twisted it might have been, was staggering. He could feel it coming from her in waves, a dark presence that would have made his fur stand on end had he still been in Leopard form.

He had to end her.

Suki grappled with the kite which Laurelite wielded with such ease, the edges cutting up his forearms until finally he stopped trying to get past the damn thing and just grabbed hold of it. The blades cut into his hands, but he would not let go. Fire poured from his fingers, now aiming for the string which connected to the kite to Laurelite's hand. If he could burn it off, if he could just get the damn thing away from her, he could heave it right back at her and give himself an opening.

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Tanzanite did not feel the punch, or the warm saliva that dirtied her cheek, as she was unconscious still by the time Ares hauled her from her small Tanzanite-sized crater. She was not awake enough to even consider defending herself, and had it not been for Laurelite's intervention, the senshi would have had a great victory that day. Had it not been for the General-Queen's mercy, Castor would never again have to dirty his hands with the General's blood.

The Negaverse, it seemed, was not quite finished with her yet.

The first sight to meet Tanzanite's waking eyes was a flash of light glinting off of the General-Queen's kite.

The second was Ares foot giving her a solid kick to the side of the head.

Ow.

Seriously. Ow.

Was that really necessary, Ares?

As Ares took of running, the General was slowly dragging herself to her feet. Her head was throbbing, the world spinning around her, and Tanzanite paused on one knee to incline her head respectfully to the General-Queen who had saved her life, and thus ensured a loyalty from half-youma General that was certain to someday come in handy.

“But not by your hand,” she whispered softly to Ares as she ran, the whiplike tongue lashing forward just a second too late. Scylla was there, the BMC's loyalty to one another prevailing as a tentacle lifted Ares just out of reach. The whip cracked harmlessly in the air, and recoiled back into the arm with a sickening slurp.

Ares and Tanzanite held each others eyes as she was pulled out of reach, pitch black meeting brilliant violet.

“I apologize that the high-speed collision of my face with solid rock temporarily disabled my senses, General-Queen,” Tanzanite replied as she dusted her dirty limbs off, and a small smile actually crossed her split and bloodied lips. Yes, the General was still quite capable of cracking a joke.. as long as you were a ranking officer who had just saved her life, “I assure you it won't happen again. You look lovely with those kites.”

And that was that, and then she was off, back into the fray.