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 Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:57 pm
The Negaverse Captain scowled as Lyra's teeth sank down into her glove, but unfortunately for the senshi there did not end up being much to triumph over in the snarling-from-pain department. Uranophane's gloves were thick, and sturdy, and while the clamping down into the space between her knuckles was unpleasant, it wasn't damaging.
In response, she threw her arm downward, hoping to either free her hand or at least discombobulate her opponent a little. If that didn't do anything, hopefully the knee headed straight for her gut would!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:00 pm
Ares didn't precisely want to be spooning Tanzanite from behind, but she was willing to do whatever it took to secure a victory for the Blood Moon Court. When Requiem jumped on Arm, the Senshi shot the girl a cautious glare. The BMC had held Tanz-specific battle sessions before, complete with Ares dressed in fashioned leg armor and a paper-mache version of Arm smeared in paint (different colors on different parts). Anyone who got red paint on them from the mouth was assumed to be dead. They had done it a few times, but Ares didn't fight like Tanzanite, no matter how hard she tried to mimic it. Still, the senshi quietly hoped that Requiem had been paying special attention that day.
Her worries were too trained on Requiem. With a hiss, Ares felt the teeth of Arm bite through her thigh, tapping the bone. The pain was too much. She released the General and fell to the ground, blood spurting out from the puncture wounds. With her good leg, Ares attempted to kick the back of Tanzanite's left knee -- shatter it? That would be awesome. Otherwise, she just wanted to buy herself enough time to get away and keep Requiem safe too.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:02 pm
Lyra teeth sank into the glove and her eyes flew open...deer in headlights. s**t, Uphane had gloves? Oh this was not good... She let go a moment before the arm was trust down, but the knee came up and hit its mark true knocking the wind out of the senshi.
"OOMPH." She said gasping in breath, eyes narrowing. Ok... no no biting. What did Lyra do? She wrapped a arm around the nega's knee, and placed a hand on the woman...mans? IT'S torso. She resisted the urge to scream TIMBEEERRRR, as she pulled forward with the arm wrapped around her knee, and pushed away from her with her other hand. It was a attempt to trip the negaverser, if she was successful or not...time would tell!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:18 pm
The painful hiss in Tanzanite's ear was like a sweet melody, and the teeth released from Ares' leg only so that her weight would be shed. If she could have kept on biting until that leg snapped, she would have. As it were, a hard shake of her arm sent Requiuem skidding across the asphalt.
“KILL THEM ALL!” The enraged General shouted, a battle cry hell bent on raining destruction down upon what she perceived to be their greatest threat. The Zodiacs, though powerful, had never had the ability to stand together since their victory at Barren Pines. The Blood Moon Court, however, had displayed their tenacity time and time again. They had proven to Tanzanite that they would not stop. They would not yield.
Neither would Tanzanite, not until every last one of them lay broken and bleeding at the foot of Queen Beryl's throne.
Ares' foot hit the back of Tanzanite's knee as she tried to regain her footing, but it served only to bring the General back to the pavement. Her head twisted, black eyes narrowed and focused upon the leader of the troublesome senshi with a look that she only wished could have killed.
“I'm going to let you live, Sailor Ares,” Tanzanite hissed as she pushed herself up, “Only long enough to watch every single one of your beloved pets die.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:21 pm
One of the three little chickens that had been clustered around the General-- the more experienced, it seemed, with the face that was vaguely familiar-- tried to get the little bits out of the way. However, for two little bottom-feeders of the Negaverse, it was too late. Helicase and Primase squealed loudly (how embarrassing) as a tentacle wrapped around each of their ankles, tossing them into the air. Up, and release. Down, and catch. Up, release. Down, catch.
Yes, Sailor Scylla was juggling them.
It took a surprising amount of concentration to make sure that they didn't splatter, and Scylla would probably get yelled at later for having fun with them instead of just knocking them unconscious or something right off the bat, but it would be okay... right? Scylla was surrounded by some of the best firepower the BMC had to offer, and if she could take care of a couple small fries while her incredibly competent comrades punked their man-eating General and went toe-to-toe with other people, what was not to be proud of?
She blew air out through her nose, glancing around the battlefield. Kill them all, Tanzanite yelled, and Scylla's face set in a frown.
They'd have to start with her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:28 pm
Too bad she wasn't keeping attention to the one fish that got away.
Dioptase did, in fact, almost get caught - one limb grapped at her ankle, but a quick summon of her weapon - her trusty double-bladed dagger - made quick work of the offending limb.
What the hell was this, senshi of kinky porno flicks ?
While Scylla was playing with her food, Dioptase had, apparently, bigger fish to fry. For a moment, it looked like she was running away, but in truth, she put herself out of the senshi's line of vision only to charge from her angle, one fist flying toward the eternal's face with little to no warning.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:40 pm
Where had that third little pig gone? She'd let it slip away while she played with the other two, and now her eyes were scanning the field, her face very much like this. She wanted to be at least thorough, and eat everything on her plate. Ahh, food jokes. From almost out of nowhere the fist connected with her face, and Scylla snarled as she felt herself quite thoroughly knocked on her a**. If she had been frowning before, now she was super-frowning, as she glared up at the Negaverse agent and swept her leg out. You didn't stay on the ground in one place. You moved, stayed fluid. Like Helicase and Primase, who were still squealing. They were still moving, fluid. Consistent. If she dropped them, and the fall knocked them unconscious, it would free her up to focus on the little punk who had just-- was her tooth loose? The senshi of the Kraken snarled, glowered, and pondered the best dentist in town as she moved up off the ground. She was much less thoughtful of the comfort of the two Lieutenants now, facing the European Captain. "I'm prepared to accept your surrender." she said it cheerfully, baring her teeth in a feral smile. "It'll hurt less."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:42 pm
kalindara Birhan waited til she was able to stand without swaying before she even considered making a move. Luckily, it seemed that Alkaid was just as badly off, if not worse. Birhan thanked her lucky stars. She'd have to take every precaution not to end up in that position again. Even if it meant taking less risks or shelving her best moves. It wouldn't help the BMC at all if she ended up dead or on the enemy's side. Taking a few steps, she felt a smile grow on her face. It seemed she'd found her balance again, the spinning of her head faded enough that her legs no longer wobbled and she could move without looking like a drunk. Carefully, Birhan ducked back closer to Alkaid. One leg came up, flicking out at Alkaid's side.
As the foot struck against her ribs the wind left her lungs. She tried to suck in oxygen at the same time as her hands reached out, gripping the leg that had struck her. She used the outstretched leg to keep herself from toppling over again and, at the same time, yanked as hard as she could in such a condition in hopes that she could send Birhan off balance and give herself a little more time.
She didn't have time to take these hits and wallow in pain, she needed to be able to see and fight and look for her leader. Even through all the pain she was beginning to look irritated.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:49 pm
Dioptase, as it was, wasn't all that impressed. She'd gotten a good hit in, right there. The eternal was cocky, and clearly wasn't taking her seriously.
That was her chance.
She didn't get to attempt to punch another hole through Scylla before she got up, but she managed to move - hopefully somewhat out of reach of any stray tantacles.
She didn't swing that way, man.
"Let me ponder this, oh patron senshi of kinky japanese porn movies." Her voice was dripping with about as much sarcarsm as her accent was thick. Seriously, while she had a brooch here, she definitively saw that fuku top.
Again, Dioptase didn't swing this way.
"Time's up !" And then, she flipped Scylla the bird, Classy.
And then she summoned her dagger and went straight for the senshi. If she could at least get her to drop the two lieutenants, hopefully from not too high a height... But if Tanzanite had taught them well, they would be ready for a sudden drop.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:54 pm
Quote: "Oh?" Bismuthite gave an amused expression, "I don't think you can!" Then came the tackle, and each of her heels dug in to the area between his hips and abdomen. A juncture to close to certain parts for comfort. He ended up tossed off - his own lithe structure making him fairly light. He failed to pick himself up off the ground. "Heh, heh. Try harder? Are you sure you really want me to do that?" And there was that smirk, etched into that caramel face as he loaded the paint vial to his gun, and aimed at Gunn. The last time she had used his attack against his weapon they had created quite the impressive flame thrower. He wasn't aiming to try that again. He knew how that ended. He only had so much paint in that vial, and those flames didn't die. He wouldn't mind the chance to completely blind her though. Gunn laughed. She couldn't help it, his defiance was funny, she rationalized to herself, but the truth was that she was frustrated. Were they making lieutenants out of steel? Had her training been for nothing? She should have been faster and stronger than some little Lieutenant nobody. A kick that hard should have disabled him, if even for just a moment. It'd worked on Euterpe! He thought he was so bad because he could destroy a Cadet so green she was better off plowed and planted, ignoring the fact that she'd been promising. Ugh, ugh.She'd destroy this little b***h. Gunn juked around the stream of paint--it caught the end of her buttbow, but whatever--and reached out for his face. Not to punch, but to grab, and flip over a raised knee. Hopefully the speed of the move would help.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:04 pm
"Japanese porn?" Scylla's voice was incredulous. "Is that all anyone thinks about when they see the tentacles? Why does no one think of ******** Clash of the Titans, or even Pirates of the Caribbean?" Her bitchface was even more pronounced now. "Why does no one think about giant squids, or octopi, or sushi, or those ugly little fishes of the deep? You should be afraid of me or something, not wondering what kinky s**t I will think of next."
Ugh, she was getting soooo tired of the jokes.
"And I am senshi of the KRAKEN, b***h." She flipped her a bird right back, and swung out of the way of the knife. One of Lieutenants went up, screamed once, and then went down as Dioptase had hoped-- but falling abruptly silent. The other screamed again, panicked. Scylla smirked, and held out her hands toward the Captain. "Scylla's HUNGER!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:09 pm
Fists flew, and magic too.
All across the old playground, Nega met Blood Moon Senshi in fierce combat. It might have been strange, perhaps, to the Negaverse agents that more of the senshi were not attempting killing blows. It was almost as if they were just passing the time, making it a fight for fighting's sake, not actually attempting to win.
Lieutenant Helicase was the first to understand why.
Sailor Sirius had not been in the battle until this point. She hadn't even been there at all, had she? One hand clamped over the lieutenant's mouth as Sailor Vulcan crossed beside her to hold both of his arms behind his back. Sirius stabbed a syringe into the side of his neck. A white rag was clamped over his lips. And then the short lieutenant was eased slowly to the ground.
Sirius and Vulcan weren't alone.
Blood Moon senshi emerged from every corner of the playground. If there was any wonder why the Negas had not sensed them, it was answered just as soon as Zirconia stumbled onto the cement, the moon on her forehead glowing brightly. The reinforcements had arrived.
This was not a battle.
This had never been a battle.
It was a set-up.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:12 pm
Waiting was always the hardest part.
Laocoon shifted his weight, feeling the pins and needles ease a little in his left knee as the pressure was released. Still crouched where he was, the cavalier reached down with a gloved hand to idly rub the limb, trying to coax the feeling back into it. It wouldn't do them any good if he tripped and fell like an idiot, leg unwilling to bear his weight after the small amount of abuse it had suffered. Crouching on the cold ground was hardly the worst thing he'd had to put up in his long and somewhat arduous life but it was perhaps the most tedious. For every ounce of planning and plotting he had he possessed equal parts of Hector's rashness, far more used to being called to arms on a moment's notice than actually sitting down and waiting for the tide of battle to turn in their favour. Experience told the cavalier to be patient, to still his mind and control his body. Reality was another matter entirely.
He could feel a kind of restless energy roiling under his skin, stomach clenched tight with nerves. There weren't nearly enough of them, knowing what they were going up against, but he trusted Ares. He trusted the senshi of smoke with his very being, and if she believed in their victory today than so would he. The senshi of the former parallel court had outdone herself on this. For weeks they had planned, plotted, considering the options in painstaking details. Now things would either come to fruit or fall miserably to pieces around their feet. Releasing his breath in a soft huff, Laocoon adjusted his position and rested his wrist on the hilt of his sword, more out of habit than necessity. Ares had provided them with weapons of a different sort. Around him, the senshi dubbed as the "second wave" carried a wide variety of items, ranging from chloroform rags to dart guns. The cavalier himself sported his own dart gun, balanced on his shoulders. Though his aim wasn't phenomenal, it was meant to be cancelled out by the sheer number of people firing the darts. Just because he didn't hit didn't mean somebody else wouldn't.
With a signal from Zirconia the second wave was off. Laocoon emerged from his hiding place with a crooked grin, and took aim. Darts away!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:12 pm
Honestly, pride was his shield. He was hurting like a b***h, and content to keep his butt on the ground before trying to make up up on to his feet again(and thus making a fool of himself as he fell right back down). His legs felt like they'd been asleep too long, and like someone had just come by to poke at them. Yeah. that nasty feeling. His arrogant pride didn't let him show it though. He'd hate himself if he did. Although having to look up at his opponent wasn't much better. Dangerous pride and arrogance ruled him.He equated the previous blows that came his way and didn't quite miss their mark as being due to his own tactical intelligence which was, of course, not the case. Like-wise, he rationalized his own near misses as the fault of the senshi. Never him. No, not ever.
Pride was a lousy shield, however. it made him seem tougher and ready to take on more than he could, should,.. And it didn't just make his opponents think so, but himself. He believed his own lies and bravado. It was that belief that made him try to raise on to legs that didn't want to be effin used right now the moment he saw her coming. He stifled a wince. No. there had never been even the thought of wincing! ..he told himself, somewhere in the blur of his thoughts.
But that moment was enough for the senshi to grab him.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:14 pm
Alkaid's reaction times were still good. Even if she got hit, the blonde senshi managed to grab Birhan's leg before she could lower it. "Aw crap," Birhan had time to mutter before Alkaid pulled.
Birhan's lower leg buckled and she dropped to the ground, dragged along the concrete. A hiss left Birhan's mouth - scraping skin on pavement wasn't fun at the best of times, let alone in an outfit as skimpy as Birhan's. That was something to worry about later, though. With her free leg, Birhan aimed a kick at Alkaid's kneecap. No reason for her to be the only one on the ground yet again.
Yet again she rolled, hoping her leg had been freed. She hoped her comrades were doing better than this. Or at least, not any worse, since so far Birhan seemed to be holding her own.
When Birhan looked around, it was to see the second wave of the BMC flooding the area. Glad the time for pretending was over, she began laughing. Let the Negaverse try and stop them now.
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