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Leda didn't know what she was expecting, in hindsight. Surely she attempted the attack in hopes of a connection, of finally thwarting a Negaverse agent's attack and protecting one of her own (a teammate no less), but... To see her efforts actually come to fruition shocked her into a temporary state of paralysis. She stared uncomprehendingly at the black-haired lieutenant for a moment, as if asking whether her attack truly landed, but a swift sweep to her legs felled the super senshi and broke the strange spell with a resounding thump.

Not to mention that Leda fell straight on her tailbone, which pained her greatly.

Finally the lieutenant's words registered, and Leda shot her a bewildered look. "Why would I want to play with you?" She shot back incredulously. What did that even mean? Did the lieutenant think that violence and attempted murder was all fun and games, or did she mean something entirely different? If this were some other time, Leda could've asked questions, but the girl didn't seem too keen on conversation right now.

And neither did the other dusky-haired lieutenant, who now approached with the intent to wound her too. Since she hit the ground thanks to the dominatrix's counter, the fist previously aimed for her gut now struck her in the jaw, which jerked her head across at a painfully skewed angle. Leda howled with exasperation and pain, two afflictions she dealt with poorly, before she pushed off a nearby crate with her heels in hopes of ducking out from between the two. One might not be so overwhelming, but two lieutenants focused on her... She couldn't deal with it.

Luckily, she didn't have to. "Thank you!" She shouted toward the cat, now crowning the black one's shoulders, and Leda struggled to her feet to collect herself for battle.

"And you," She started, now concentrated on the bomber-jacket lieutenant. "Leave us alone, or you'll regret it!" At least she didn't stumble through threats anymore. Wait, she just threatened someone?





The senshi he just targeted with an admittedly painful attack didn't even look fazed by it. Adonis cringed; if a senshi remained so wholly devoted to her cause that she ignored the boiling pain in her arms entirely, then Adonis intended to steer clear of such an enemy. She proved quite troublesome for her opponent too - and the corrupted senshi understood that, due to his combat training with Xenotime, he was expected to maintain his engagement with the enemy and back up his comrades to further the cause.

But could he really be expected to do so when faced with an enemy that didn't even flinch from his magic? The general he stood behind surely outmatched her, though; he should be safe enough to launch an attack through other means - like with the tools of man used in times long before these.

... Or he could pick an easier senshi to tackle, much like the blonde senshi with grapes in his hair. Adonis shied away from the battle unfolding in front of him and whispered his well-composed leave before Mica might command him to stick around fruitlessly. "It looks like you've got everything under control here. 'Til next time, General."

Afterward he approached the unusually short senshi at a brisk clip. "Where are you off to, now? Stick around; I'll show you a little fun." Adonis started to grin, but that casual smile soon devolved into a grimace when he realized, upon closer inspection, that the senshi he addressed was a child.

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The lieutenant offered Natron a hand, though he regarded the captain with an unimpressed quirk of his eyebrow when he only repeated a fruitless task with painful devotion. Rather than waiting around for Natron to collect himself, Bischofite simply seized the man's arm and wrenched him upright with a modicum of exertion. After looking over the shorter captain to determine any obvious injury pending his admittedly stupid entrance into the warehouse, Bischofite addressed the matter of the horrorshow unfolding around them.

"If you're quite done playing wis' your weapon, we haf' more important concerns. Zis is a recipe for disaster - senshi and agents crawling all over zis warehouse, attacking each ozzer to no avail. We must do somesing to even zese odds." A brisk gesture toward the unfolding chaos easily proved his point.

Bischofite began a slow retreat toward the rear entrance by walking backward, and he motioned to the various support beams while he passed. "I mentioned zis idea to Benitoite while I was outside, but we can easily bring ze building down on zem - or we can knock down a support beam and ze roof might collapse in a more easily targeted location. Zis would require wis'drawing our troops.

"Alternatively... you can take hold of zis operation and gif' cohesif' commands to rally your collected soldiers and route ze enemy. You can guess which option I prefer.

"Now, Natron - are you ready to lead, or are you ready to trample ze opposition?" He flashed the captain an iniquitous grin, and nodded toward the support beam on his right.

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Mica may not have expressed it, but she was grateful for Adonis' contribution, even when it appeared that it had little effect on their opponent. Was it a flaw in the Corrupt's magic or perhaps merely a sign of just how resilient these senshi really were? Or perhaps just this one? Such matters were beyond her right now, and she didn't think ill of Adonis for taking cover behind her, even if it was temporarily. After all, it was her duty to protect her officers, and protecting them now prevented the waste of her medical supplies later.

He gave him a nod, refraining from expressing anything that could be construed as judgmental; either she understood his desire to take on someone with a little less bite, or she truly didn't care. As he left, she called to the Wasp Senshi that was simply standing there gawking, and while she showed restrain in harsh words and barking orders for Adonis, the same could not be said for Vespa.

"They made their decision, and now they must pay the price. Attack, Wasp. Show them your sting!"

In the time she took to bark her orders, Sirius had grabbed her spear, forcing the general's attention back to her as she tightened her grip and tried to resist her pull. She had her weapon pried from her hands, even broken once before, but Mica was determined never to allow that to happen again. She thurst her head forward, hoping that if the headbutt connected that she wouldn't render herself unconscious as well. "Clever b***h."




The order was given, and what could Vespa do but obey? He didn't want to strike at the Chibi Senshi, not when his mind immediately went to his own siblings back at home. Would he dare strike them if given the order? Would he even have a choice? These Chibi made their decision, and Vespa allowed that to fuel him, as he gave a determined nod and rushed towards them, fists curled but not aiming to beat any of them down with it. Perhaps... he could give them a warning. Make them scatter and flee, maybe find a place to hide.

Or makes matters worse and draw them directly into the line of fire. He had no time to think, only act. He would not fail the Negaverse, and when he was within range, he gave a shout, extending his arms and allowing the wasp-shaped wisps of energy explode from his hands, engulfing himself and anyone that was foolish or unlucky to be around him. "Vesperian Soldiers Deploy!*"

"As if you posses the skill to actually stop me!" It was a joke to think that anyone in this warehouse honestly felt they stood a chance against a seasoned fighter, and Xenotime was laughing as the senshi threw herself forward. Amateur, untrained, easily read, flawlessly redirected. Xe grabbed Persephone's as connected, for a brief second it would look as if her brutish charge was a success. The soldier fall backward, but it was a controlled fall, and the heel of her boot came up to press into the other woman's stomach as her back hit the ground. She kicked upward, combining her own strength with the senshi's momentum, and that force was enough to throw the girl over her head and away.

A child darted between them as the captain got back to her feet, and she stared after that tiny figure, pale eyes narrowing, as he raced to Persephone's side. There were some lines she still would not cross, not yet. Even if the little boy's comment had painted lips twisting in an irritable sneer. Boyfriend?

She didn't mind when the corrupt cut in. Let her have the greenette and the child. Someone else wanted her attention, someone familiar from her time as a lieutenant. Sisyphus, senshi of whatever. He was a weakling, barely more then a useless coward, but he threw himself at her and she had to admire his growing resolve. "Someone's found themselves a backbone."

But bravery was not the same as skill, and it was not a shield against damage. He was reckless, completely useless as a fighter, and she reached out to grab the young man by the throat when he neared her. Fingers tightening, nails biting into his flesh as she pulled him against her and lay her free hand against his chest.

"It's Dionysus." The petite blonde hissed, rounding on Biela. "Don't you have something better to do then follow me around?! This is a fight. Do something besides yelling at me."



"Thanks Sweetheart. I owe ya one." Azurite purred as Xeno moved on to other pray. A grin grew on her face as she approached Persephone. "Hello again pet. How are you? Been practicing I hope?" She waved a dismissive hand. "Doesn't matter anyway.. We'll have just as much fun as last time."

"You stay away from her." Dionysus growled, causing Azurite to take her eyes off Persephone just long enough to glance at Dion. "Aw... You've got yourself a pet!" She cooed. "So then, Persephone." She asked as she raised a hand, thumb and finger pinched together. "You've got a second to pick. It's either you, or the kid."

Natron made a quiet grumbling noise as Bischofite hauled him up. He wasn't exactly pleased with the whole situation, and much less so that there were both officers under and over him - people he ought to impress - witnessing what probably qualified as one of the worst evenings of his life.

"Not my choice," he said, and he was rather glad to find the compulsion had subsided. "Magic. It's the Senshi in pink and yellow." He gestured to Sisyphus, who seemed very well entangled with a Captain. Ooh, he'd have to commend her if she managed to do serious damage to him.

Not that Bischofite wasn't exactly correct in his assessment, whether Natron liked it or not. "By rights, our superior numbers sohuld be plenty." But instead it was a ******** in a tight space, and the more he looked, the more dangerous he realized this was. Wooden crates with unknown contents - for all he knew these were abandoned fireworks or something. "Believe me, if it was just Senshi, I'd be fine with bringing the place down on them. It'd be efficient, quick, and we could get ourselves out and leave them to die. Unfortunately, it's not. There are at least two chibis here, and I'll put up with a helluva lot in this war, but I'm not having dead kids on my conscience."

So orders it was.



Persephone cried out, tucking and rolling to minimize the damage from her fall when Xenotime kicked her over her head. It was rare that she was so utterly helpless in front of an enemy. She stayed on the ground for a minute, groaning, before she heard another very, very familiar voice. The Corrupt. Azurite.

"You again," she groaned, "go ******** yourself." She remembered last time, and she wasn't digging the same hole again. She sat up and her eyes flashed. "I swear to god you little b***h, if you touch him I'll kill you myself." She pushed herself off the ground. "Fine. Me. Come at me, you ********, twisted monster."

He'd tried, at least -- to a degree, he'd tried. Sisyphus had thrown himself at the girl and, really, should have expected this result. Except that it was only now that he recognized the change in her uniform, felt the flicker of her aura, stronger than it had been. Of course, it had been a very long time, and he'd learned quite a bit in that time.

Not enough, but quite a bit.

He made a choked sound as Xenotime's fingers tightened, and reflexively kicked out for her shins, but it was mostly just flailing. Frustrated flailing.

Aludra had remained close to the back of the fray. Crouched down behind some crates, her head peeking just over the top, she had so far escaped noticed. Perhaps she could have made her escape, the Negaverse agents certainly didn’t seem to have any time to spare for her, but she couldn’t bring herself to run. She couldn’t move. She could simply crouch there and watch.

Persephone, poor Persephone. She watched as their leader was kicked down and as her fellow chibi fought to protect her. Everyone was doing their best except her.

She was watching as one of the Negaverse agents began moving towards the little knot of fighters, heading straight for Dionysus. She could stop him, she had to. It was her duty to fight evil and protect her friends. She finally convinced her body to move, darting out into the open and straight into the big, bad warrior’s path.

The chibi smiled and lifted her hand in a beckoning gesture. "The One Path," she called to him, turning to run in the other direction away from her friends and their battle.

"Still sounds like an offer to me..." Azurite just shrugged. "I can't touch him if I've got my hands full of you now can I? Come dance with me Persephone." She grinned. The white haired blinked, turning away from Persephone. ...Was that Cyllene? Who knew her quiet cutie could be loud and proud? Huh...

Dionysus took an involentary step backwards, jumping when someone called an attack behind him. He turned, not only finding Aludra, but a blonde Negaverse Agent closing in on him. ...Or atleast he had been till Aludra stepped in. "Uh... Thanks.." He said, glancing between the Agent and the other chibi. He was about to dart over when he saw something just past them. The fighter that had been tangling with Seph was now fighting with the senshi that hid in the back. Glancing between the Senshi and Seph, Dion realized he was about to do something very... very stupid. Darting off, he ran straight for the purple haired Agent. Raising a fist, he aimed for her back, specifically her kidneys and made a surprised noise when it actually connected.

Azurite blinked. "....I'm sorry dear but that boy is mental..." She mumbled at Persephone.