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Taking the time to check himself over for injury Benitoite did note the knight landing near him. "Fancy seeing you here." Shifting as much as this spell would allow him to he was much like a dog in how he twisted and turned, wincing every so often, as he checked here and there. Moving his coat and cape he lifted his shirt here and there as he moved around quickly assessing himself for injuries. It seemed that at some point something had sliced into him, but what and when was lost to him. he had no idea something had drawn blood.

Pressing his tongue to the bite wound to the inside of his cheek, left side, he pressed a few times as he poked and prodded the area. It hurt, stung, and then he tasted blood. Well wasn't that lovely. His mask was lifted up so he could spit out the red colored saliva and than was pulled back down.

Watching the knight he started to try and crawl toward him. It seemed movement wasn't one of those things which was allowed right now. Every time he tried to get any closer he was pushed back and away, right to where he started. Giving a loud sound of frustration he glared at the knight as though this was his fault somehow.

[chaos, hourly]
It couldn't last for long. Their magic never did.

Howlite had been lucky enough to not slam into a wall when she was flung away from the Princess' vicinity, and quickly recovered, though her body ached something fierce. She also learned, just as quickly as the infuriated Leto, that there was some sort of... Reverse magnetism going on. She couldn't get within striking distance of anyone, friend nor foe.

That was annoying, but tolerable. Her belt released its orbs into her gloved hands. Most of her people still had their masks, and well... There was one thing the distance was good for. It helped cut down on the friendly fire.

Howlite's attention turned back to the soldiers of order, the group she'd been walking toward, and the enraged screams of one of her favorite Senshi. Most of them were scattered, but those that had been so closely grouped together seemed to be in somewhat close vicinity.

"Zink!" When he saw her, he would know what she was trying to communicate, and Howlite began to toss her explosives once more. Unlike regular flashbangs, of course, they went off at her command.

The orbs were thrown with deceptively casual skill to their targets: Iris, Aster, Eunomia, and Pomona, they exploded at the same time, in light and sound.

Bang, bang. Apparently, Howlite didn't mind making enemies.

[hourly Order roll]

The fallen chandelier had startled her as she made her way with Iris to the rest of the group. But her team was around, her smile returned upon seeing all of them present no matter what sort of state they were in. It looked like Victoria wasn't too steady on his feet nor Irene - and she wondered if she was going to have to already use her power before they got to brawl as a team. - Though, she had half a thought if she should have used it already given how bad people looked. There was a group of senshi trying to carry out another badly hurt one after all.

Sailor Chibi Hygiea didn't mind the order she was given to by Iris, well not totally. She would have to use her stupid powers to try and help people but on the plus side she was allowed to help beat people up, maybe knock some sense into other people to make them stop hurting other people. That rocked, Hygiea was pumped.

Until Polaris' attack filled the room and the little orange senshi felt a weird sensation roll through her body before she bounced off the others. It felt like she had been attached to a large rubber band that had been pulled too tighly and was now sending her back from which she came. Probably not as with so much force but one minute she was getting ready to fight with her comrades and the next they were all scattered. Hygiea felt herself hit something along the way until she finally landed on the floor some feet away. "********.... the hell was that?" She asked, shaking her head to get it back to normal as she pushed herself up to a seated position.

His laugh was clear and soft, almost a pleasant sound if you didn’t realize who it came from, and how seeped in chaos he was. His smoke bombs followed close with those cast by the General.

He felt they made a deliciously dangerous partnership for the eyes and ears, take away some of the most common advantages and you could cripple a battlefield. You could disrupt attacks, you could bring chaos to the most orderly.

Camelot was not sure what he had done to deserve being glared at. It was not like he had organized this whole thing. In fact, he was perfectly happy in his little corner, where he had been sitting and trying to get his strength back.

It was very nice there, and he missed it.

Grimacing, he tried to clear his head. All this rattling was not doing him much good. He pushed his hands under him, trying to keep from leaning too far in any direction in case that brought him too close to someone. He would get out of this spell soon enough.

He looked over at Benitoite, feeling tense. But it was fitting that they ended up near each other once again: they had a score to settle. Or seven.

"Funny meeting you here," he said thinly.

Gray eyes trailed after Niflhel as he walked away, bleeding from his neck. He was too far for her to fling a smoke column at, and if she tried to get closer, she would be thrown backward. Instead, she took time to memorize his face, his uniform, his colors. He hadn't died tonight, but Ares would see to it that he did -- and soon. His only value was, it would seem, as a weakness for Polaris. She had used a dangerous princess power in a room full of allies, all for this one person. It was as if she had exposed a part of her heart for the enemy to see. It was the precise reason that Ares would not corrupt Albali. She was safer as a White Moon peon.

"What a unique uniform on him," Ares called to Polaris. "Memorable."

It was a threat.

Stalking like a caged tiger, Ares kept her eyes on the ground below. Reaching into a pouch at her side, she pulled a handful of glass shards free and tossed them to the ground below. When they landed, they shattered releasing fifteen Mirrorwraiths into the room. Sure, people couldn't touch each other -- but the mirrorwraiths were ranged. As they swooped in and out, they drained energy from whatever they touched. It wasn't much, but Ares could do that much.

"Polaris, I understand your convictions. I had them once. But look at the death around you. If we were on the same side, it wouldn't happen, but," Ares began, drawing up to her full height, "if you choose to fight us, I will kill everyone you have ever loved. And then you."

Maybe Polaris could throw Ares back, but all of her attacks were ranged, even her own princess power. If they were not in this room, perhaps things would be different. "You just risked the well-being of your entire court to save one person. There are bruised, battered, injured, unconscious allies beneath you -- but you wanted to keep one Knight. Look at your choices and tell me that the spell of Serenity is not truly evil. I would never do that to my court. I would never hurt so many of them." It was true. Some limped and cried out, tossed into walls and flung around with injured arms and legs.

For the White Moon, guilt could be a powerful weapon. "Your wake of destruction is impressive, Polaris," she said, a wry smile crossing her lips.

Virtus' smile faded when he saw her start to cry.

"Oh, no! Oh, don't cry! Please don't cry! I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? It's not that bad! Don't be scared, I'm sure we'll be able to walk normally again soon! I'll give you a big hug if you want, as soon as we can get close! Don't worry! Oh, don't cry!"

Virtus was not much a fun of tears, and sorrow. Sadness cut through him far easier than anything else. He was almost impossible to insult or scare, but if someone was sad it ate him from the inside. he wanted to bend his every will to help her, even though she as on the other side.

The other team.

But she was still a person too.