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Eternal Sailor Acubens
HP: 62/80
Action: N / A

What else was there to do? As Altea stomped and changed, it seemed like nothing they did registered on her radar. She just kept on going like she was swatting at gnats. Magic seemed to have no effect, or if it did, it was so little that it didn't even matter. Crystals were shattering on her hide like snowballs. Would Leto ripping at her wings do anything?

Acubens tried to find comfort in the energies of her royals, tried to seek strength from them, but it was hard. She had to do something. She couldn't just stand here and do nothing, right? But she couldn't leave Chione and Elsa either. She couldn't abandon them... not again. Still, her magic danced on her tongue, ready to be spoken and given life. Could she scale the queen? Grab onto whatever crystal outcroppings there were and try to get to her face?

Would it be worth the consequences?

Acubens kept hurling crystals as she debated, glancing at Chione who kept throwing with her.

The Dark Mirror Senshi seemed to be doing little more than agitating Altea; her skin seemed as durable as ever and though she moved a little slower, it seemed like this new form had granted her more strength, more durability…

And more rage.

She let out a bellow that rang through the room with enough fierceness that it left a residual ringing and, no doubt was enough to damage a few ears—at least, temporarily.

But that wasn’t all.

She had taken notice of three Senshi—the three that had done particularly strong blows against her.

Acubens, Avior, and Remarque incurred her wrath.

Altea swept her hand across the room, sending great blocks of crystal hurling towards the Dark Mirror Court.

Nothing they had done so far—no projectiles, no magic, no punches, no attacks on her wings, seemed to yield any encouraging response.

Sailor Kiuchi
HP: 40/50
Action: N/A


The sight of what happened to her body was fit for a horror movie, maybe with some fantasy mixed in, Kiuchi found himself split between sorrow for what and who she had once been and horror over what she now was and what she wanted to do, both to them and to Earth and it's people. They might indeed gain their power from the same source as her but they were not the same! None of them were and he knew this. While she wanted to destroy their people and their planet...he knew he could never do that...he just couldn't. Even the idea of killing the Queen here hurt; but he knew it was needed.

Before he could do anything more, hurl another shard of crystal or use his magic, she was attacking. It seemed like everything they had done to her had done nothing....aside from anger her more, if that was at all possible. An angry doll was what she looked like, at least if you removed all the crystal that was ripping at her clothing and splitting her skin in order to make itself known to them. It was a twisted doll that she was...a puppet.

The thoughts went through his mind even as her attack sent him flying backward like a limp rag doll, only for him to hit the ground where he remained for several moments. He was a foot or more away from where he had previously been standing by Remarque, she certainly had power and knew how to use it. Slowly he pushed to his feet, ignoring the pain which erupted from his injured leg. His pant leg, already drying, was re-wet as a fresh wave of blood escaped his skin and soaked into the dark fabric of his pants. He really hoped he could get the crystals out of his legs soon - they hurt...a lot.

First though they needed to handle the Queen...and get home.

That however...might be difficult. They were doing so little to her it seemed. As more crystals came at them, most of them avoiding him, a few found their mark and sliced through clothing and flesh as thin trickles of blood appeared on pale flesh. It was like paper cuts or cuts made from a very sharp knife. You didn't really feel them...which was nice at the moment.

It gave him time to use his own magic once more on her. "Gorgon's strike." The words just above a whisper as he shuffled himself close enough to be within range of her.

Basic, Sailor Logos
HP: 40/50
Action: N / A

Fighting Altea was like fighting a fully-armored vehicle, or a building. Logos' simple punches and kicks yielded nothing in the way of a response, the Queen not even bothering to react to her whatsoever. Her crystalline hide was too thick to penetrate, despite the Court's magical abilities.

Ahh... so... that is how it is...

Logos was doing what she could to keep out of Altea's immediate melee range, darting in and out where she found an opening. Guerrilla warfare. Hit and run. Keep moving. A moving target is more difficult to hit.

This principle didn't seem to apply to Altea, who simply lifted her hand to send the lot of them flying. Logos' skin was bruised and she bled from the scrapes and cuts and small punctures Altea had given to her earlier. The cadet couldn't help but laugh. She was a mere child among the veterans, but she couldn't be counted out yet.

628 words!

Basic, Diadem
HP:40/50
Action: N/A

Diadem, struggling back to her feet in the wake of the wind and the barage of blocks,actually screamed, less from pain, though she did hurt from the attack, and more from a rage filled sense of being overwhelmingly done.

Kibrev had apparently lost her treacherous, rock filled mind and Diadem wished she had the physical power to pick the girl up and hurl her bodily at the queen, let them be together.

She wanted to use her magic, but she was too damn tired and rattled, and afraid of ricocheting things into the sane people around her. (it would be far too convenient if it flung one of Altea's blocks into Kibrev's face and knocked some sense into her, so she just grabbed for another chunk of something to throw.

Sailor Kissling
HP: 40/50
Action: N/A

Rolling~

Sailor Crocus
HP: 45/50 (Crocus was healed this round by Sadalsuud's magic!)
Action: N/A

The screech from the Queen had him reaching up to cover his ears. It didn't seem to help much as the sound ping-ponged through his ears. It dulled the sound of anything else happening around him, but he managed to not take too much damage from the shards that she flung out after them. Other members of his Court were not so lucky, including Avior who was still nearby. She seemed to be taking note of those who were harming her the most.

He didn't notice Sadalsuud until she was next to him and pressing a clover into his hand. He was quite thankful for her magic, it might help him land a nice hit on the Queen. He was also just glad that she trusted him with it of all people. "Thanks!" He picked up a sharp looking piece of crystal near his feet. He aimed it at the Queen and let it flying, hoping to score some good damage against her for a change. He wished he was more powerful, but this was the extent of what he could do.

Crocus' attack is boosted by Sadalsuud's magic! ORP effect: +5 bonus to your next attack as well as +5 HP recovery - He does 13 Damage!

Eternal Sailor Acubens
HP: 52/80
Action: N / A

Acubens didn't have time to react when the huge chunks of crystal were hurled at her. It seemed like if the attacks weren't coming from Kibiriev, then they were being laid out flat by the towering queen. Acubens didn't have time to switch from one focus to another. The next thing she knew, a huge block of crystal caught her in the diaphragm, sending her hurtling backward several feet.

Everything went black for one terrifying second.

When her vision returned, Acubens felt something sticky against her head. When a warm trickle of something slid into her eye, she knew that she was bleeding. The crystal behind her smeared with a very thin streak of blood told her all that she needed to know. And judging by the way her vision swam when she moved and ached from the brightness of the room, she was probably concussed for her troubles.

Her expression was blank as she tried to make her bruised brain catch up with the actions around her. Luckily her body was quicker on the uptake. Acubens swerved on unsteady legs and grabbed the largest chunk of crystal that she could manage to carry without toppling over her passing out from the exertion and lobbed it as hard as she could at the Queen's stupid dumb giant ankles.

Almost the exact second it left her hands she toppled over, equilibrium pretty much demolished form her head injury. For a moment she considered the shard in her pocket, wondering if now was the right time to use it.

But what if someone else needed it?

In the end, Acubens smeared the blood across her face in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes and screwed her face in the best war face she could. Someone else would need it more than her, she was sure of it. So she stood back up, forced her vision to steady, and grabbed another huge crystal to lob back at the queen who had concussed her.