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As the corrupt senshi emerged from the burning building, the fiery backdrop of dancing flames threw shadows across the disappointment clear on her face. The front of her fuku was stained darker than normal with the blood of the super senshi she had killed and tiny drops had made dribble patterns down the paler cloth of her leggings. There was a clear cut across the curve of her left cheek and beneath her fuku there were new bruises blooming.

More than any physical pain she was enduring, she had still yet to find Tanzanite. With the building burning and threatening to collapse at any moment, it was unrealistic to keep searching. The disappearance of Marth's energy was concerning but she could feel the gathering of others outside the warehouse before she even arrived.

She stopped short of the battlefield, staring at the groups that had formed in smaller battles. They had saved some and lost some already, but she should have known that nothing would ever be so easy as simply walking out of a safehouse. As her gaze drifted over the flashing colors of senshi magic and the whirl of negaverse weapons, they saw a familiar form in the distance: Labyrinthite. Not only that, but Labyrinthite being attacked.

She was moving in an instant, winding her way through the battlefield and trying to get to him before the senshi could do too much damage. Unfortunately, that was a long way across an open battlefield.

a rain of small crystals littered the crowd ahead of him, it turned the air to nauseating poison, made eyes run, some of the more sensitive people couldn't even see for how thick their eyes ran with tears, others wheezed for breath as their sensitive tissues were assaulted by the smoke.

Sadly... it went for Senshi and Nega alike, but this was war, you kept fighting or you just died.

What remained of Uranophane, had been delivered to safe hands... such as they could provide, She would be cared for of course.

Ilmenite looked to be well enough off, for now... Scheelite though was not fairing so well. He moved in with the expression of the already dead... he moved, he fought, he struck but there was something that had just shut down. Perhaps this was what they had always meant when they said to stop thinking about it... somehow he doubted it.

So much damage done... so many dead. Their General King dead and for what... they should have crushed this little glorified sorority before it stumbled free of the nest.

But that was part of why he'd risked using his crystals...even looking like this. Because there were people that needed to be seen here, even if they couldn't be RISKED here, not after the death of their General King. The Loss had been one they all felt, he could only hope in the confusion that they might not realize that he did not give off so magnificent an energy aura...that the face alone of General Queen Laurelite would be enough to motivate them, and to draw in the attention of the Blood Moon Court.

His rib throbbed, his bruises ached under the crystal's disguise but he moved forward, striking and kicking as he went. He might die today... assumed to be another, but it was a risk he -had- to take for the greater good. Too many had already been sacrificed.

Kizakinite had spied Sailor Bellatrix standing on the outskirts of the battle watching. Why was she standing there? Shouldn't be in the middle of the fray like it seemed nearly everyone else was?

Curious, very curious. This was the only thing which kept him self attacking her, but rather had him approaching cautiously. Watching her and watching the battle going on around them. He was not about to be taken by surprise or get attacked by the senshi.

Ares hit her mark and Sass fell back, it seemed her time was over. She laid on the floor and rolled over, the arrow still in her hand she looked at the two senshi towering above her.

No.

She couldn't die, she wouldn't let herself go out not like this. Maybe it was a saving grace that Zink arrived with smoke bomb galore. She coughed along with everyone else but as the smoke blurred her vision she started to crawl away, just to get out of the line of fire and out of the smoke that was trying to choke her.

It was then she noticed the general-queen and she felt a little too confused. Was she really here now as well? She wasn't sure and she wasn't about to wait and see, she needed to get to cover to get her breath back and sort herself out. She could have died just then. Thank goodness for those smoke bombs!

Bellatrix noticed Kizakinite drawing nearer. Would he attack? Bellatrix was quick to supply some words that hopefully would stop that, if so;
"It's a filthy thing that the Blood Moon Court did. I'm sorry."

The look on her face said she wanted to help, but was unsure. It wasn't her fight. It wasn't her business.

"Did you, did you manage to rescue the captives? Before~" Her eyes glanced towards the fallen warehouse, the question obvious.

There was worry. Genuine worry. Ever since her first kill, she couldn't help but see the Negaverse as human too. In the beginning it had been so easy to see them as cruel, inhuman, creatures. But seeing that face, the civilian form of the Nega she'd killed... It had changed her drastically.

Nothing could have rang through the pink haired general's mind more than the sensation-- the explosion of realization that had hit in the wave rushing through Destiny City. She had jerked forward, nearly falling off a building when she realized it. But that realization came with a weight that seemed as if it could crush her physically and emotionally. She was too late. As a General, she should have been there. She should have been by the General King's side. Where was she? She hadnt been there. Brown eyes froze, glazing over with guilt. Why hadn't she been there?

It wasn't just the death of a superior. It wasn't merely the disappearance of a General King. No, the enforcement behind it .. When the three General Kings and Queens, their counterparts, came from the foreign continents, that had brought not just power .. but hope. Hope that the negaverse needed, after the deaths of their beloved superiors only a short time before.

Shattering that hope didn't go without consequences.

Serandite's legs moved-- her mouth opened to breathe. Her body did all of it's bodily functions. It was as if she ran on automatic. What ran through her head over and over was the images of their last Queen and general King, encased. Now, the recently departed General King joined them.

Beyond to a place where Serandite couldn't reach. Red spots clouded her vision, her teeth gritted against each other.

Serandite wasn't subdued. She was livid. You could feel it radiating from her small frame for miles. She was beyond words-- beyond thought. She was going to tear their throats apart with her hands. She was going to rip them apart, rip their hearts from their throats. Her nails dug into her palm, the unknowingly deep pressure drawing blood in crescent shapes. Crescent like the moon. Like the blood moon court.

Perfect target.

Sailor Gunn, stood in front of her. Was Gunn in the BMC? Serandite didn't know. But if she was, all the better. Black ashes and red spots adorned the female, her souvenirs from the General King's final act. Explosion. .. Explosive. That was the emotions brimming under Serandite's small exterior at the moment. It was going to have an outlet.

That outlet was going to be the stoic-faced Gunn. No words passed through the pink-haired General, only the pregnant silence that stood between her and Gunn dominated.

Then. She spoke.

"I'm going to kill you ten thousand times over. Every ******** time, for every minute you kept my comrades hostage. For every minute we spent searching. For every injury and wound you dared to give my members. For every minute, you spent your useless life living."

Scheelite had already breathed deep, no need for Ares to tell him to do so. The hums were broken up by coughing, an unfortunate (and very well known to him) effect of Lyra's smoke. Oh Ares, he already knew Lyra's magic through and through. He really didn't need to stand and appreciate it any longer, that's for sure.

He was thankful to be dropped to the ground, it let him spread out and stretch his poor aching spine. It also gave him a blessed moment to cough and get the majority of the smoke out of his lungs. Not that it lasted long, as more smoke arrived to flood is senses. This smoke he knew well too, but this...this belonged to a friend, didn't it?

Eyes tearing up as the nastier of the smoke got to him, Scheelite scrambled off the ground and moved to get the hell out of the cloud. He knew what would happen if it settled onto your clothes or managed to get into your eyes, and he wasn't keen on repeating the experience.

His stumbling knew no direction, and it was only by some chance he ran into 'General Queen Laurelite'. Literally. Steadying himself (and her instinctively, if needed) he eyed her for a moment with widened eyes.

Honestly, he looked like hell. But the sight of such a powerful individual brought a small smile to his lips, even as his maddened humming hinted at a ruined mind.

War raged around Lieutenant Unobtainiumucles, such violence and depravity filling him with delight. His eyes scanned the terrible scene, the foam covering his skin itching to join the fray. He needed a target, someone whose life was worthy of being claimed by the Hand of Unobtainiumucles.

He never thought that person would just simply walk up to him.

With lightning speed, he struck. Hephaistos would feel time slow around him as the foam made contact with his face. The spongy material would burn with the power of a million suns, a blazing, white hot heat that vaporized flesh in an instant.

Or at least, all those things would have happened if his giant novelty hand possessed one iota of magic. But, it was just a big foam hand. The clenched fist that actually hit Hephaistos in the face would still hurt, but perhaps not a million suns worth of hurt.