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“HEY. NO. WHAT. OW.”

Suki beat a fist against the tentacle that was suddenly trying to crush him, watching what was happening with wide eyes. Ares was on it, and Suki could not suppress a proud smile as the Senshi of Smoke swiftly took care of the problem.

“I like them rare!” He shouted back to her, as his body shifted once more into that of a Leopard. A paw came to his face, and it looked as though the Guardian was giving her a salute, before he turned his attention back to his target.

Aha! There she was. She blasted back the last of the Negas surrounding her, and Suki felt pride swell in his heart.

Leopard's Eye hit the ground at a run, but very quickly tripped over his injured front paws. He toppled head over paws, tumbling into Pegasus' legs and bringing her down with him in a tangle of limbs and fur.

“Gotcha!”

The Guardian wasted no time as he plopped his heavy frame down on her, crossing his paws over her back. He licked her cheek once, before resting his head on hers. He had no intention of letting her go anywhere.

Ever.

“We're staying here. Where it's safe.”

they Grappled. he tried to twist his face away from the hands clawing at his mask, at his goggles, that scraped painfully over the burn and cut that the damned goggles had already pressed into. The other hand slammed directly home into a deeper cut and burn curtsy of the senshi of Pride... it was no small favor that he hadn't sunk fingers into the claw marks that had laid open his back but he still let out a hoarse if half strangled scream of pain.
He sucked in a lungful of his own sulfurous smoke and had to cough and wheeze even as he kept trying to reach just a little more, damn his arm length... he struggled for traction on the muddy ground.

Sand was everywhere. Down her outfit, in her mouth, up her nose. Nothing but sand suffused Linarite and she screamed. It was not a scream of pain but one of absolute fury as the staff was wrenched away and then clipped her on the side of the head. ******** him. ******** all of these senshi! Lina would rather tear out her own star seed and stomp on it than let them win!

Every bit of energy left in her tiny body was sent out at Taranis. She was going to kick him in the balls, and he was going to crumble like a child. It was a cheap shot that Linarite hadn't ever tried on anyone ever before. But he was deserving. She was going to kick him in the balls and then ******** kill him.

Linarite would wear his star seed around her neck for the rest of her life.

Somewhere it had all gotten out of hand. What had started simply with Super Sailor Chibimoon hoping to provide a safe haven for her senshi allies so that they could do something good for this world. So that they could save it from Beryl and her agents of Chaos. Those same agents had come pouring into Elysion somehow, from somewhere, and the battle had begun in earnest.

Bodies, both unconscious and removed from this world forever littered the once-pristine greenery of the Dream Realm and around it more were falling to injury. The Negaverse, it seemed, was going to win the Sanctuary. Helios still stood there however, the stalwart guardian of the dreams and all of their precious value.

Then, everything changed.

The sky above which had been dark and littered with countless stars in odd constellations that none of them could have recognized if they’d tried, started to get lighter. Black faded to midnight blue and almost in the space of half an hour grew brighter and brighter with the first rays of dawn. As soon as they touched the Sanctuary, everyone vanished. Mid-swing, moaning in pain on the ground, hiding up a tree, the action was completely unimportant. Save for Helios and her faithful Eyes, not a living soul remained in Elysion. The sunrise had come, and with it, all unwelcome visitors had been banished.

But in a cramped warehouse in the center of Destiny City there was again signs of power, as well as in the caverns of the Negaverse. Every person had come back to their point of origin with every injury intact. Those that died had not come back. There had been no life to return.

From where she stood Helios could have seen the bodies dissolving into the sacred Earth. It did not matter if that body belonged to a senshi or to an agent of Chaos, they were all the same to this place and would feed the plants that grew on its surface. All was quiet. All was serene.

Elysion was safe. For now.


You have been returned to your starting points! Every injury you sustained in the battle has been carried back with you, unfortunately, so a good deal of you should probably be in the hospital right now!

It seems that just one battle won’t be enough to decide the fate of this sacred sanctuary. Senshi and Negaverse alike, while recovering from their injuries, are already preparing and planning... with neither trusting the other to stay away from Elysion, both are realizing the extent of what effort will be needed in order to keep the place secured and safe from the malice of their enemies.

They are in it for the long haul.

This is war.


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Bellatrix caught Themis as he lost consciousness, and hissed as her shoulder throbbed and pain ran through it and up her neck in waves, almost bringing tears. She looked over to Regulus and Europa, "To the hospital with all of us. Now." So what if Europa was the leader? Bell could spout orders if she damn well wanted to.

Scylla was on her feet, shaky, and Birhan was coming for them. Birhan-- that was good. She was good. Albali was near them again, and that was good too. Scylla really felt a little woozier than she should. Ares lifted the body Scylla could not have summoned up the strength to, and threw it into the crowd, his corpse flopping like a sack of meat. Really, it was all he was, now. A dead child. Scylla moved down after Ares, intending to stay at her companion's back, but Ares was sending Birhan her way, and so Scylla looked to Albali to keep Ares safe. "I'll be fine, once Birhan gets here. Watch out for Ares, until I can get back to her. Just... just mow them down. You're doing a really good job." She had to remember to stay supportive. "We weren't expecting you'd need to use them this long. We can do some more training when this is over." She could still feel the aftershocks, the small seizure-like muscle spasms tingling through her body from the hand that had almost ended her life. She saw Ares get speared, saw her get flung away, and her hand reached out to grip Birhan, running alongside her. "Can you restore my power?" she asked the other girl, voice urgent. Birhan Isat was the senshi of Renewal, and Scylla needed it... needed it desperately. She could help, somehow. She and the rest of the members here could help their sisters. "Birhan, please, we don't have much time. If you can do it, do it!" It was chaos, it was hell, it was war, and then...

And then there was nothing. Then there was only a group of wounded and unconscious senshi in a tired-looking old warehouse, and Scylla felt everything drain out of her. It didn't slow her run to where Nemesis and Ares were crumpled, didn't stop her from waving to Albali and Birhan Isat to help her. "I'm taking them to the Red-Light hospital." it was no-nonsense, and it wasn't the tone of a woman waiting for permission from her fellow Court members. They could help her, or they could not. She was hoping, she was praying, that they would help her. She saw Lyra, and gestured for her, and her eyes were roaming the wounded for any other Blood Moon Court members.

Her eyes traveled over the wounded, landing on Sailor Castor. He was still bleeding, it looked like, though the blood was caking and drying. Ares and Nemesis were being carried with Albali's help, at least, and as the BMC carried their wounded out the door, Scylla paused by him. "We're taking them to the Red-Light hospital." she said finally. "You should come too. You look like hell, sweetie." Her voice was soft, and she was tired, and everyone was in pain, all around her. "And you have one hell of a hickey. You should come. She might have given you rabies." It was a tired joke, and the smile she tried to give him was just as tired as the rest of her.

And then the Blood Moon Court members were leaving, the wounded of their Court secure and surrounded by their teammates. That was what the BMC did. Sailor Castor was being prodded with them, by light little kicks from Scylla's heeled sandal. He wasn't one of them, but he was one of hers.

Castor grunted in reply. The red light district hospital was the safest place he could go. For now. "Basic treatment. I'll need more I bet." A strangled laugh. "I tend to." Wincing, Castor made his way out. He'd come close to taking them out.

So close to offering salvation and redemption.