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Super Sailor Cybele
HP: 45

She felt the solid contact of her punch, watched with a grim, snarled grin as the senshi before her spit blood and faltered. As soon as she was knocked out of the way, Cybele ran forwards those last few steps to stand over Anser protectively. She could care less about what happened to the senshi, she could care less about the vomit splashing her shoes except that it meant that the younger girl was in worse shape than she'd thought.

She almost considered just picking her up and getting out, but there was someone else tending her and clearly something bigger at hand here, something she could maybe help with.

As if there wasn't enough going on, she suddenly caught the scent of smoke and heard a voice that made her blood run cold. The smoke monster, here in the middle of a crowd, a crowd where people were already sick enough. She glared at him and her muscles tensed, ready to spring, but instead she called out, "Hunter's Deadly Grace!" And fired the bow up in an instant.

She and the two senshi behind her would find themselves faster, and with a little more focus to help cut through all the chaos. "Spread out," she told them, mostly focusing on the senshi she didn't know as well, the one that was still upright. "Get away from him. Now!"

Chibi Sailor Anser || HP: 17/30
Damage: n/a

Whatever the dreaded supervillain had done to her, it faded quickly enough, perhaps with the emptying of the contents of her stomach. She dimly noticed that her throat burned, now.

Her head was feeling a bit better, but not overly much. The blood stopped, she thought. Woozily, she reached up to her forehead, wiped for a moment, and drew her hand away. The crusty red flakes she came away with explained where the blood was coming from, at least. Her head.

She felt someone settle next to her -- the guy with the skirted shirt on, she realized -- and set his hands on her head. She might have told him that she was fine, normally, but there was no real effort to fight it off left in her dazed mind. Plus, the results were nice. The pain wasn't gone. The wooziness wasn't exactly gone. But she felt stronger. Abler. Warmer. She could handle this, right?

Anser forced herself up to her feet, even as she stumbled backward after a moment by instinct.

That was when she finally noticed who was standing in front of her.

"Cy--?" whispered Anser, and she couldn't help the relief in her tone. Her patrolling partner had made it. This was the theatre district. She had probably gotten the distress call, right? That made sense. She thought. Not much was making sense at the moment. It was hard to chain two thoughts together--

Hunter's Deadly Grace! was a familiar shout, and Anser knew this strategy.

Spread out.

"Mother Goose!" burbled Anser, before stumbling back as fast as her doubly enhanced reflexes would take her.

Eternal Sailor Athene // HP: 60/60
Attacking the door for 20 damage
Current Door HP: (180 - 16 - 14 - 2 - 1 - 4 - 20) = 123/180

Athene was close enough in the proximity to the doors that the waving of hands would probably have caught his attention even if he hadn't been heading in the direction of the doors.

His head turned automatically in the direction of the taller senshi waving at him, giving her a nod as she called out to him that they needed help with the doors to acknowledge that he'd heard her–

Although it was possible that she hadn't seen him respond, given the Nega Officer that was also in the process of making a beeline in her direction.

The strength of the aura suggested a Lieutenant, but Athene knew better than to underestimate the woman who it appeared was going to reach the other senshi first given all Nega Officers had the ability to take starseeds.

A man bumped into him and sent him stumbling into something that tumbled over with a loud crash, Athene managing to awkwardly keep his balance as he realised that he'd stumbled over a stand holding programmes for the show.

A small piece of the stand had broken off, not big enough to do much, but Athene reached down to pick it up anyway as he continued towards the doors noting that he wasn't the only one gravitating that way.

Athene bit back a wince as someone went flying, a tall red head knocking into one of the doors - because that had to had hurt as he finally reached the other door.

He bought the small piece of the stand down on the closest available hinge, as going for the hinges seemed better than trying to hit the door directly, a part of him glancing around after to see if he could spot the senshi that had beckoned to him.

Captain Reinerite // HP: 45/45
Attacking Tortuga for 5 damage and accidentally hitting the door for 20 damage
Current Door HP: (180 - 16 - 14 - 2 - 1 - 4 - 20 - 8 - 20) = 95/180

The Page had started to turn at the sound of the voice, but had not been fast enough to avoid her kick, one that had knocked him backwards with enough force to knock into the door with an unforgiving sounding thunk.

The sound was a satisfying one, was in part payback for the last time the two of them had crossed paths.

Part payback, but not full payback.

For a moment Reinerite considered it, as the Page struggled to his feet, as purple eyes glanced in her direction - as a part of her considered just moving in to take his starseed now–

Then she remembered being caught up in the magical attack during the operation where she and the Page had first and last crossed paths, remembered her lost of control and her absolute humiliation after the magic had finally passed.

It may have been something from the Page, or it may not have been, but it didn't matter because he had been there interfering and there to witness her humiliation - humiliation that Reinerite had the chance to pay him back in full for.

She raised an eyebrow at the band chick comment, the smile never leaving her lips even as she summoned her staff to her hand.

"Actually it's Reinerite, Captain Reinerite." Although not that it would matter to him much longer.

She bought the staff round in a swing, confident by the unsteady way that the other seemed to be standing that it wouldn't miss–

Only to make a sound of irritation as someone bumped into her, knocking the swing off slightly, enough so that the bulk of the swing ended up heading towards the door instead - although she was hoping to still get the Page as well.

Tortuga of Jupiter: 22/45
Damage to Reinerite: 21

Tortuga was having trouble standing upright let alone fighting back but there wasn't anything he could do when the captain... Captain Reinerite as she so politely introduced herself, swung some kind of staff at him. He was going to die by being beaten to death by a staff, what kind of s**t was that? The redhead flinched away, sliding against the door, expecting to feel the weapon strike him only to wince as it grazed his shoulder and shove him towards the floor.

The page hit the ground harder then expected, his scrambled brain crying out for him to stop. Darkness was creeping in and even as he tried to get away he knew it was pointless. He was passing out, Tortuga knew this. He also knew that it was a death sentence. He couldn't be incapacitated here. Not here, not now. He fought against the darkness, moving weakly to get away from the captain.

As his vision grayed out he could only let out a mental cry, Help!, before everything went dark.

However, not everything would go the captain's way.

Tortuga's cry had been heard...

and answered!

Tortuga felt as if he had grasped a live wire as energy pulsed through him. His eyes snapped open and for a split second he could only stare up into the vaulted ceiling of the theater as his body handled the sudden surge of power. He still felt like he had gotten hit by a truck but he at least didn't feel like he was bleeding out anymore.

With more speed then finesse the newly baptized squire climbed to his feet more than ready to pay the band chick captain back for ruined night. It didn't matter who's idea was it. She was in front of him, beat the s**t out of him, and was threatening the very safety of those around them. Now that he wasn't about to pass out from stupidity he was ready to fight back and fight back he did.

With a silent grimace the newly minted squire went to tackle the captain. It was something he had learned from his cousins, if you can immobilize someone then they stop being a threat to you. He wasn't very well versed in it with them but maybe he could get lucky this time, after all his wonder apparently was watching out for him, somehow. Please let this work, he silently prayed. The captain needed to be taken out of the fight so they could get the doors open sooner rather than later. He could feel the order signatures grow on the other side of the walls. There was help within reach, if only they could get to them.

Corrupted Super Ceraskia || HP: 45
Damage: -

Ceraskia's prompt reply came in the form of simply showing up to the mounting battle in a whirl of black glitter, silver hair, and monochromatic feathers. She blinked bright, ocean deep eyes up at the face of the theater before dropping her gaze to the scene laid out before her. Faustite and another corrupt, his hands on the sides of her face and her hands coming up to shield. Three others in a semi-circle around them. "I need your skills as a team-breaker."

Darkly painted lips split in a wicked little smile as she turned dark eyes on the closest combatant. Taller than herself, just as pale, but hair like mint. She looked as though she'd stepped from the pages of Grecian lore. Moving quickly, the diminutive dancer skirted past the chaos touched duo for the commanding figure in white.

Gloved fingers touched her lips as she slid to a stop just beyond immediate arm's reach. She winked, lips pursed to blow the other girl a kiss before calling her magic. "Quarrelsome Breath!"

She knew better than to linger, and success or not the woman jerked back and away, eager to get clear of the noxious attack she suspected was about to engulf the lot of them.

Transcendent Eternal Sailor Encke || HP: 48/60
Damage to General Benitoite: 7

Both the flanking general and the woman standing at the front general's side seemed to be missing the point he was making entirely. The flanking general said some nonsense about him being able to catch it again, and also something about a partner, which he entirely ignored. The woman standing at the front general's side said some nonsense about the play being awful anyway.

Encke couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"No, I can't go see it another time. That's the point. It's the last performance, here, in this building, with this group of actors who worked at and loved The Autumn."

He let out a rather uneasy breath. Why was he letting them get under his skin? Encke grumbled to himself, lifting his fingers and pinching the bridge of his nose. This was his community, with his Richard trying to hide in the orchestral pit area, so perhaps this was irritating him far more than usual. He needed to keep Richard safe. He needed to get Richard out of here. He needed to keep everyone in here safe. He was fairly sure he had already seen some starseeds withdrawn at the edges of his vision.

"And we're not ruining your night, general. You don't own this event."

He didn't own this place.

The theatre community of Destiny City was not his.

Encke was, at best, amused by the mention of taking the useless wings off his back. Honestly, he was free to rip them off. They were just part of his outfit anyway. They'd be back next time he henshined, just like every other time he henshined. That other general and the lieutenant would probably be back, too, but for now, at least the fight seemed a bit more even.

While Encke would never get used to that irritating bullshit teleportation, it didn't surprise him in the least that the general decided to utilize it. Almost every agent he had run into had used it at some point. He swirled around when the general's voice echoed behind him, making sure to not let someone else be out of his sight.

Richard asked him to be careful.

Keeping everyone in his sight was definitely part of that.

Encke chose not to dignify the general with any more responses, as he swung his leg out in an attempt to bring the other down.