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That had not been Chaonis' intention. To help her. He had been meaning to send her flying off from Polaris' attack, but that had worn off. And it seemed there was another Princess impacting them all, which left him feeling a bit less bruised up than he had before.

Not that he was feeling too worn down. Chaonis was always ready for battle.

Except when he didn't feel like it.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, when she thanked him. He shook his head and shrugged. Then he looked around, liking her next question much better than thank yous.

"There's gotta be someone good around here." He scanned the room, ignoring the first stage Negas this time. People got so UPPITY when he attacked newbies. Not that he cared, but maybe a better match was in order. That fight with Remarque had been fun. There were a bunch of youma but that was boring. Child's play. He was not keeping in mind that he had a chibi senshi with him, though he probably should have been.

What was he? A babysitter?

He spotted a Nega not too far off. A Captain, it felt like?

((Forgot to roll: Hourly Chaos))

[Chaos Side]
[Hourly Roll]

Why was it that he not only got to be burnt once but twice? After having seen the new princess he'd ignored them, figuring they'd pick a fight with a single person, not attack everyone! Now he understood just why they needed to be removed, or brought to the other side, they were the sort to attack whole rooms.

It had seemed to go on forever, longer than that other burning attack earlier, but it wasn't as bad. Burning and shifting uncomfortably he swore to check later and see if this somehow sun burnt him, was it even possible?

Finally it seemed to end and the General was leaving Bazzite behind, telling him to keep safe and fight if and when needed. He hoped he'd use some common sense, think a bit and remember the bits of training they'd managed. He really needed to get more training in with him, since the other now lived with him he could hopefully accomplish that.

Pressing a hand to his side, where he was bleeding, he pulled his gloved hand away and wiped the blood onto his pants leg. Well, might as well get back into the fray. He had no excuse not to get back into things, he wasn't dying and wasn't ready to pass out yet either.

Acubens didn't shatter. At least, not like glass. She definitely did double over, however. She spat something out... spit and blood, it looked like. Where the hell did this guy even come from? It took her a moment to even understand that she'd been hit, really. She growled as she came back up, clenching her fists by her ides.

"Is that really any way to treat a lady," she asked, positioning herself between Grus and the new attacker.

With a shift of her weight Acubens thrust her fist into the attacker's side, just below his ribs.

Virtus looked at Pasiphae as he pulled back from the hug. His expression was gentle and understanding, and he nodded his head slowly. The poor thing was very torn about this battle, but so were a lot of them. He did not blame her for her confusion.

He smiled with warmth in his eyes.

"I know you have to hurt me. We are on opposite sides, and that's what we're told to do. I don't blame you for it, and I won't be mad at you, I promise. We have to do what we have to, right? To follow our paths and keep the people we care about safe. I can't begrudge you that, because I have to do the same thing. It doesn't make us bad people."

He saw good in everyone, even though he was technically corrupted by Chaos. He did not see it that way, of course. They were just two people in the same position, just unfortunately located on opposite sides of the fence.

Just because they had to fight didn't mean he had to be cruel to her, though. That he had to be mad at her for doing her job, because he wouldn't want her mad at her when he had to do his. Luckily, at the moment, he wasn't out for energy and he was trying to get them both through it.

He felt a strange burning and it made him reel back a bit, and he was not sure if it was her or not, as distracted as he had been. It faded in due time, and he was left sitting there, unsure what to say or do for a moment.

Howlite's eyes almost glowed as the General's made their various assaults. Chaos had yet to be beaten back, and the sight of a new princess had served to enrage them. Inspire them to fight harder. Their dedication was a wonderful thing.

Her free hand moved up the front of her prey, until her gloved fingers found Ate's throat, tilting her jaw and turning her head to make her look, grip firm.

"You see, we are something more. Something stronger." Ate craved power, that much was clear. Like a moth to the flame of her destruction. Howlite absently wondered where Lesath had drifted to, and smiled.

"None will stand against us. Not you, not them." She spoke of the princesses, in that soft, sure tone.

It's Chaos baby!

Sugilite peered around, ducking as the stray power from an attack wizzed past. It really was hard to see. She frowned and took off her thick glasses, polishing them on the hem of her dress, squinting. It was always easier, she found, to pick out people's individual energy signals with her glasses off. The brainpower that went into visual observation automatically re-routing itself to whatever part of her sensed auras. Or however that worked. She tried not to question those parts of herself, the magic transformations, summoning items, teleporting. They made the rational parts of her brain try and dribble out her ears.

Stiffening suddenly, she rammed her glasses back on her face and whirled around. It was the normal part of her brain that could tell when someone was watching her, that prickling sensation on the back of her neck. Spotting the senshi took less than a second, getting over his outfit choice took a little more. Neon orange, goggles, and kneepads? Really? Mustering her courage, Sugilite pushed aside the urge to curl her lip and gave a small bobbing greeting instead. As she did so, the gyroscope circling her changed it's path, curving through the fight towards the walking fashion disaster.

Realgar reacted with an unexpected snap, it wasn't the supernatural speed of a Senshi, but it was fast enough to make the punch miss by a small margin, slamming into something harder, his leather uniform and the collar bone underneath, though it was close enough for knuckles to scrape on the zipper. Closer than he would have liked. It didn't make it feel any better, and sent a numbing jolt down his arm. There was a trickle down his forehead that he wasn't sure about. It could have been sweat or blood, but he'd have to figure it out later.

With his one arm hurting and numb, he swung at her hard with a backhanded fist with the other, still looking to try and stagger her away from the feathery one.

Tough one this girl, but that was what he'd been looking for.