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Megrez

Teleporting Negaverse agents was a thing that Just Kept Happening, and Megrez had never exactly figured out how to counter it aside from "catch them as soon as they land and hope they didn't land on top of you." She felt a stone drop in her stomach when she saw the General-Queen blink out of existence and started frantically looking around for any indication of where she might reappear. Unfortunately, teleportation made no noise, and the General-Queen was able to take that fateful step and drop the wire over her head effortlessly. Her breath catching in her throat, a startled cry escaped out of reflex. So, she would have her breath stolen, just as she had done to countless Negaverse officers? How horribly fitting.

Pulling at the wire would probably be pointless. It was too thin to grasp easily, and Shadeite was holding it in position. Instead, Megrez reached back and grabbed at what she could. Perhaps, if she were lucky, she could bruise the General-Queen's face or yank her hair. At that moment, her Eggplosion went off, sending a hail of eggs every which way. Unfortunately, there was a safe spot directly below the egg and a little bit around, which typically kept Megrez safe if she didn't move, and that meant that Shadeite would most likely not take any eggs either given their closeness. Damnation. At least it'd ruin a few lieutenants' hair days.





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Glitnir

"Glitnir of Mars!" Glitnir called back in introduction. He raised his scales slightly, hovering one finger over the scale basket to his left. "I'll slow 'em down. Can you clobber them while they're weighed down?" The finger came down on the scale basket, activating his Squire magic and introducing a significant heaviness to the air for their enemies. "Now, sit down and think real hard about what you've done," he said to no one in particular, though his gaze indicated that he was admonishing the Negaverse soldiers around them. Indeed, some had already begun to stagger or appear disoriented as painful memories of past wrongdoings came to the front of their minds (or, in the cases of those who considered themselves justified, possibly a faint inkling that they left the stove on before coming to the celebration today).

Chaldene had been close to Alexandre, not wanting to be too far away from the General King in civilian form when he powered up since he ran a risk of being attacked by people of either side and wanted to keep him safe. And so Chaldene was close by in order to provide distractions if necessary once the fighting started.

Inside the pocket of his hoodie was his henshin pen, held tightly by slender fingers the nails of which were painted black. Green eyes looked about as he pretended to be interested in what was going on around them, when in reality he could care less - they were too evil to have feelings for. Those who were still loyal to the negaverse were not people whom should be cared for, not with all the lives that side had taken and the larger number of lives they’d messed up and screwed around with.

Biting down on the inside of his cheek, in order to keep from muttering about his dislike for the negaverse, he held his peace until the call to arms came and then he was powering up, putting every ounce of feeling he had into those words which brought power flowing into him and power for all to feel. As his clothing changed into the uniform of an eternal order senshi, and the markings of a transcended painted themselves across his body, the dark haired eternal moved himself just a bit closer to the General King and prepared to keep him as safe as he could.

Following suit Acrucis powered up a moment after Chaldene. Before either men got too far away she reached out and took both of their hands. “Don’t… Please don’t do anything stupid.” The chances of them being able to stick together in this bloody fray is slim to none. “I know you want her dead” as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, she wanted to see the General Queen dead as well. “Just be smart about it. I’ll back you two up as best as I can but there is only so much I can do.” Her priorities for the past few years had been medical related not improving upon her battle prowess.

Megrez was relatively small and light (5'3", with an athletic build), so Shadeite had no problem lifting her off her feet. She struggled and kicked and continued to flail, though slowly, her movements were beginning to lose strength. Her chest burned, ached horribly for air that was not coming, and black spots were dancing in front of her eyes. Her mind reeled as she fought to stay conscious. Though she had been prepared to die going into this whole event, that did not make the process any less inherently terrifying. She had been hoping for something different if not necessarily quicker; a stab through the gut, maybe. Something that did not give her an opportunity to feel terror before her fate was sealed, at least.

She was getting weaker. She had a feeling she would soon lose the ability to think for her last words. She wouldn't dare waste precious air speaking them aloud, so instead, they became prayers.

Megiddo, Gunn, Penthe, everyone else, I'm coming. Cybele and Mintaka and the others, do what you can for the world in my stead. I love and forgive you.

It's time. I will not resist. Come, darkness.

Bohlinia's hand grasped Ida's only briefly but it was enough to force the nerves and the fear down past her thoughts and allow the adrenaline to flare. She had never been a great fighter, more prone to dodging and running than standing her ground but now there would be no more of that. She didnt want to kill, had no urge too but this was different. Maybe once upon a time she would have been disgusted with this turn of events but this was life now. And it was killed or be killed and since this battle didnt have a fantastic outcome she was prepare to take down as many as she could.

A weapon swinging above her head cut her musings short as she ducked down, the hair on the back of her neck rising in response as she felt the wind rush by her. Pulling her arms back she screamed her Super attack towards the Captain that had attacked her, Wisteria branches materializing from her hands to fly towards her opponent in vicious arches. She didn’t want to use her Eternal power just yet; she didn’t know how long she could last out before she needed to rely on the last of her power.

As the Captain struggled with the branch that had wrapped itself around his neck Bohlinia cast a look back towards Ida, a blue haired corrupted Senshi uttering his magic as her Princess called back threats of her own. She couldn’t understand why she was reacting the way she was as she saw the flowers bloom around them. For a second Bohlinia was shocked. Another flower Senshi? Could this be someone who was a part of their family? It seemed stupid to be thinking such a thing in the middle of a battle but it came to her none the less and for a moment Bohlinia pondered the possibilities of such a thing. And then she saw it.

Ida had fallen.

Ida.

Ida was dead.

Staring Bohlinia gasped as she watched the body unmoving, her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly as if she had gasped her last seconds in pain. The feeling of utter aguish didn’t hit her like she thought it would. She was just so shocked. For years, years she had feared for this moment. And just like that, she was gone. Ida was gone. She was gone. She was gone. She was gone.

The world broke apart.

Ignoring everything around her Bohlinia fell to her knees, she didn’t even lower herself gently but dropped to the concrete floor, the shuddering pain shooting though her knee caps as she landed. She didn’t acknowledge it though. She could only do one thing. She could only stare, her eyes filling with tears as she saw the last of her family die. She didn’t care for the battle going on around her. She had only wished she had gone first, a selfish reason so that she never had to experience this. And it was much worse that she had ever thought possible.

“Ida…m-my lo-…” She couldn’t continue. This was all just too much. With a shudder she brought her hands to her lips and began to sob. Her crying mingling with the grunts and screams all around her for she didn’t care anymore.

She had lost.

Warning: Blood and gore..? Kinda? just gross stuff




The world swirled and whirled and swayed all about Wafflefries as he tried so very damned hard to make a difference in this battle. He remained close to Delphi's side but didn't hesitated to turn around and grab a lieutenant by the hair and force him down to the ground. Never in his life would he have imagined at this stage and age he would find himself digging his heel into another man's throat and feeling the bones crunch beneath him. There was no way in hell he was going to stop and think about it because if he did he knew damned well he'd probably lose it. He had KILLED. Murdered a man he didn't know and had probably had a family or something. Didn't matter now though since he was dead as a doornail.

His first kill was the hardest. The second was so much easier when the lieutenant came at him full force with long, dull knife. Did he REALLY TRULY think that the little bitty thing was going to cause much damage? In a short moment Waffle had the man screaming with the pen that had been attempted to stab him shoved and returned with a bloodcurdling squelch into the man's eye socket. Once he was on the ground and on his back clutching at his eye Waffle brought his foot onto his chest and stomped down hard on the pen sending it as deep as it would go.

Even with all of this there was a lack of blood only on the bottom of shoe which he promptly wiped off before hurrying back to Delphi's side. That's when he saw whatever the hell it was coming straight towards them and he was hit by the shockwave. He didn't think to brace himself as he was hurdled backwards and his head smashed into the pavement below. He wasn't high enough nor did he hit the ground hard enough to bleed, but he swore he could feel his brain rattle.

"YOU ******** b***h!" He screamed outloud as he grasped at the back of his head. It ached and ached but he was damned sure he wasn't about to just let whoever the hell it was who did this get away with it! With his fingers together like a gun he aimed at the woman who did this to him and his knight partner and shot off his finger beam. It would hardly do any damage since it was just a wee little basic attack but if he got her attention she'd come down, right? And THEN he could punch her face in!

She could have shot the second arrow while the knight was down but instead she held the string steady till the woman rose to her feet. Poor thing looks so confused, unsure where the shot originated, how precious.

“Just like shooting fish in a barrel.” Kazenite waited till the woman stopped beside a seemingly young senshi keeping the tip of her arrow lined up for a headshot. Wind, distance, gravity; all factors to be taken into before releasing the next shot. Drawing in a steady breath she raised the tip to adjust the trajectory on account of gravity and moved just slightly to the lift as a breeze blew through the building tops. It was in that fraction of a second before she released the string when teal eyes met with those of the newbie senshi and she saw him bring his hands together.

Hesitation in a battle often times meant death, and so she released the string and watched as it flew true towards the crystal decorated figure below. It was a gamble deciding to follow through with the shot instead of teleport, banking on her knowledge of senshi’s general short range attacks and hoping it, like the others she had encountered over the past five years, was incapable of reaching two stories up off the ground. Thankfully her knowledge proved true after watching as his beam fizzled before fully reaching its intended target.


Kazenite then rose to her full height and tilted her chin back with a predatory smile, fixating her gaze on the young boy. Perhaps it was not his intention to hit her at all; You are either very brave or very stupid she mused with a satisfied grin. There she waited to see his reaction, would he turn and run? Or would he be foolish enough to face her head on?

Kerberos did not need to be well-possessed of human emotions to recognize when they were particularly affecting someone. Watching the pretty little teal-haired senshi crumple to the ground, softly speaking the name of her Princess, put an idea in his head. He would have to negotiate Adonis's magic to do it - but, well. He kept his eyes off the shimmering water as he teleported behind her, crouching down.

His fingers sank into Bohlinia's chest, and he carefully plucked out her starseed, and then he stood up, and waited.

Soon enough, the Princess would realize that her dead friend (lover? had he caught that correctly? even more delightful) was no illusion. And that, oh, that would be the most interesting victory he had yet scored in this little war.

Now, all that was left to do was wait - and avoid his brother's magic.



The General's screams of pain brought a grin to Asmodeus's lips. She shouldn't be quite so delighted about making him suffer, but every Nega who burned was one less who could threaten her city. Maybe he would flee.

A blade sailing out from where he ought to be told her otherwise. She dodged the first one, but in doing so put herself directly in the path of the second, and it embedded itself in her shoulder. She swore loudly, and yanked it out - he'd summon it back soon enough, might as ell get that out of the way - and then she hurled it back in his direction.

Better get it back to him as soon as possible - though aiming was hard when her own illusion was in the way.



Tantalus gritted his teeth. He knew Damocles was acting out of concern for him, but that didn't change the fact that he was frustrated.

"It's a bit late to not waste it," he said, "and it isn't as if I don't have other magic." That was just his most powerful, and likely most useful, spell. "I am keeping my head, I promise." He brought his other hand aorund to rest it on Damocles's, where the blond was holding his arm. "I didn't come here for a foolish suicide run."