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Benitoite

The feel of his blade sinking into the flesh of the supposedly stunned page brought a thrill to the ashen blond. and he pulled the weapon back, smirking at the blood now coating the blade. As he was pelted with hail, god he was going to look like a walking bruise by nights end and be stiff and sore, he lifted took a step back, his gaze focused on her. What pesky things those of order were, all he wanted was to stop the hail that was ruining things, and hurting the dragon and other officers.

What he wasn't expecting were shouted words, which seemed so familiar and yet different. Headband attack...that was interesting and as he turned to see just where the antlers had come from he blinked and stared...at Huntite. Ok, he knew that was the bulky mans weapon but to hear those words and see that sailing through the air - gold star for being creative and entertaining...but that was for later not now.

As he was rather distracted, something he really shouldn't have been, he found a body colliding with him and sending him toward the ground. As the ground rushed up to meet him he grabbed onto the senshi's uniform and pulled them down with him, why should he be the only one hitting the ground? As he fell his right leg, the one he was putting more of his weight on, sent a stabbing pain racing through him and throbbed. The earlier attack from Elpis, something he'd ignored till now, was rearing it's ugly head as he was putting unnecessary weight on one of his injured legs. Walking, running, and fighting were one thing but putting weight on it as he fell, in order to bring the senshi with him was another thing altogether and it hurt!

Just as he was about to cry out, to make some noise to vocalize the pain, he bit down on his bottom lip - hard. It hurt but it kept him silent as his back hit the ground with a jarring thud that shook him, rattled his teeth, and had him arching forward as his spine hit the ground and sent pain shooting through him. "s**t!" The word left his mouth despite his want to not say anything, to not show his pain. As he stared up at the senshi atop him he didn't think, couldn't as he fought down the pain, his right gloved hand shot out toward the senshi's chest.

The smoke which filled the hair brought a round of coughing which did nothing to help him as the shaking from the coughs jostled his sore back. This was not what he wanted for tonight, this wasn't in his plans, but he knew plans never worked out in this city - at least not when you were involved in this war. The idea of Aiden spending the night was all but gone, he couldn't let the other see him bruised, bloodied, and beaten not to mention how sore he was going to be for the next few days, if not weeks. He winced as another ball of hail hit him. This one was smaller, had hit one of the crystals hanging above them before continuing it's decent where it hit his forehead rather than the ground he was laying on.

Centisima, with Celsus and Corvus, attempting to fight Laurelite

He’d gotten her, somehow he had reached her and the claw sunk into the skin of her arm, immediately causing swelling. That was it, the last of his magic. The urge to laugh was still with him and he knew that if he let it out, it would sound mad. For Centisima the world was fire and burning, his heart was hammering in his throat.

The knight (Celsus) had also struck home and the fury on the General-Queen’s face was terrifying. Centisima didn’t have enough time to get away and was struck on the backswing of the scythe. It was a solid blow but he could only be grateful it wasn’t the sharp edge as he practically fell at her feet. Now there was blood in his eyes and it was all he could do to avoid the next swing, frantically wiping his vision clear.

There was another senshi (Corvus) there, trying to pull the knight back and he wanted to shout at her ‘No, leave him!’ because they could do this. He lurched upright, fearing death but throwing himself at Laurelite again anyway, trying to grab her arm and drag her down, trying to throw her off balance.

"Come on! Go down!" He snarled.

Sailor Remus, Senshi of Regolith


"A gentleman and a scholar, then!" said Remus dramatically to Sessrumnir, his grin splitting across his face, mischievous and strangely relaxed in such horrendous circumstances. "Isn't that what they call people like you or some s**t?"

While the knight dealt with whatever - whoever - it was that he was dealing with, Remus turned his attention back to the dragon. Thing. Creature from hell. He had no desire to get burned up, no desire to get eaten, and no desire to get anything other than alive by the end of this - but the chances of them surviving something like this seemed...well...

Pathetically slim.

There was a lot of fire. And also a lot of hail. And more fire.

"This is," said Remus, a few moments later, gasping and sputtering for breath. Smoke was thick in his lungs, the heat of the fire scorching at his back, and he felt as though a good shower right now would have helped put out the flames around them. "Ridiculous. I could be playing Pokemon but no, instead we kill the fellbeast and now we've got a balrog instead to defeat."

He reached down, picked up another shard of crystal, and threw it as hard as he could towards the creature.

It went only marginally better than last time.

Elpis

Well, Huntiute was loose, and....

Did that acid nearly hit both of them? Elpis jumped back from it, minding the Liuetenant she'd been fighting in - well, concern - and she frowned, watching him turn for Castor. The Super herself danced fairly rapidly to avoid the acid and hail, huffing in annoyance. Whelp. Castor had no sense of ally and enemy - that she knew now and noted to kick the royal in the a** later - and the Super looked rather concerned by the acid.

Acid was enemy fire - friendly to Chaos and it could kill. She sighed, mentally flipping off her code of honor before looking to Huntite, scowling.

"HEY! Save the poking of bigger enemies for later and get some shelter before this acid bullshit burns you kid!" Elpis snapped. The mirth of banter was out - she knew he was an enemy, but she had standards and while she could likely spill blood... That didn't mean she wanted to.

She was friends with a Lieutenant after all, and Sphalerite, thankfully, wasn't here, or she'd be hiding the agent close and hissing at anyone too close.

....She caught a flash of Porrima then, and motioned, moving for the basic senshi rapidly.

"Porr!" Elpis called. "Do you see shelter? This acid isn't exactly friendly!"

And if so Elpis was FORCING huntite for it with them.

Cordoba // Miss Kitty

She'd tried finding Babylon when it all went to hell. And tried to keep aiding him too, but now it was raining acid, ice flew everywhere, there was a dragon (The nub senshi had to love that) and Cordoba found herself entirely unamused.How much more would this chaos inflict on them? How many more deaths? She wasn't deaf to it, but she was getting tired, and the page only paused when a small weight moved to her shoulders.

Miss Kitty had jumped from Babylon to flee the Acid, and not the feline was clinging to the page, and looking around frantically, kneading.

"Where's my senshi?" the albino questioned. "Where's Elpis?!"

"No idea, nor who that is." Cordoba sighed, drawing her disc. "So let's look, and then we need to drive these wankers off, and flee.

Alsafi is HIGHLY OFFENDED by the youma

"....That is not a true dragon." And Alsafi huffed, moving off to cross her arms. "Oh my god. You're stupid around you. S T U P I D. Dragons for one are bigger, and stronger, and smarter. Two, it's spewing acid and dragons' blood is closer tyo fire depending on element and if he's a fire dragon shouldn't he bleed sulphur? Nooo, that is a freak a nature."

Oh, Alsafi was terribly offended indeed, The senshi scowled, glaring at the youma before one hand rose, and delicately, she swatted the back of Kitalpha's head much as Jethro Gibbs might a person, and she sniffed.

"I mean really, don't you read? How are you an idiot because damn son. That's SPECIAL."

Oh, she was finally offend. So very offend.

Lt. Coffinite

It seemed the senshi thought it could harm him.

Probably, but Coffinite wasn't letting on; instead he circled idly, barely avoiding acid bloodrain amd debris as he studied Etamin, taking stock of weaknesses and strengths. Ther senshi could blind him - and advantage if used right, even though his hearing seemed to compensate - but Coffinite had more arms.

Many more.

He grinned again, before all six arms crossed, and he purred, smirking.

"Straightforward aren't we? Well, then let me expose how my blessings will be your end."

And the Lieutenanty lunged, four arms trying to grab Etamin.

Castor- Attack unaffected.

Castor was maintaining focus on his attack, looking at those he needed to focus on. As it was, the bulk of his focus remained at both the golems by the entry, and at General Queen, though the youma was not going unscathed. The Youma was a youma. It might kill, but the general queen could rip out a starseed, she could corrupt and she could take captive. Keeping her busy, distracted, heck, even slightly hindered was of a more pressing matter than a monster. The golems blocked the way, and while they could fight, they'd not last long if they could not escape.

The arrival of a senshi and general came and went, and Castor felt a sense of pride as Aptera defended him.

"You really ought to know when to run." His magic might have been focused on the main threats, but diverting a portion of his magic was easy enough. Years of practice, both alone and with Chronos made it easy to manipulate to some extent and he sent large, sharp chunks of hail at the general and the corrupt senshi.

It wouldn't be the only one who'd become subject to Castor's diverted focus as the agent who sent his headband at him received the same treatment. A slight portion, hardly noticeable in how it was still damaging the others, but a more defined focus none the less. He would give the senshi and knights this opportunity to fight and perhaps gain a bit of ground. To be protected if for a few moments. Hail was hail, sharp and powerful, and he'd use his power as long as he could, to it's greatest potential.




[FYI- I do NOT appreciate being given no warning or asked nothing in regards to attacking Castor. His S4 attack comes with very strict rules which I must abide by, and backing me into a corner and brushing off his attack is both exceptionally disrespectful, but it sets me into a very difficult position. I have already talked to the GMs about this and in the future, if you want to take action especially where the S4 attack is concerned, please respect me and at minimum contact me. That's all I asked in my previous post, and all that I will ask now.]

Basic Senshi Altais

Altais rolled his head at the super and made a half hearted thumbs up. "Yeah, smacked head. I'll be okay, just let me sit here..." And then she was rushing off to intercept some sword, for some white haired royal. The wings on Castor were massive.

He felt so cold though, and while Hail managed to avoid him, he could see that the negaverse wasn't so lucky. That was pretty neat. He winced. Kind of wish he had that cool of powers. His magic could make someone sluggish, but to repel so strongly?

He didnt't really make a move from where he was, even though Dene shouted at him to find Corvus. Between the two women, he was pretty sure he was running out of fumes.

Plus Corvus was dealing with Celsus and Laurelite and with Altais's injuries, the man wasn't about to throw himself uselessly in front of the two, in most likely terms, causing them more hurt then help.

He was starting to deeply feel the overwhelming strength of the negaverse and senshi war.

((My apologies for the quoting explosion orz))

Castor Page Aptera

The expression of sudden shock as she reflexively moved in an attempt to avoid the other blade had morphed to one filled with pain as she let out a short, wounded scream of alarm. The blade had caught and ripped the back of her uniform at her waist while also at least grazing her, that much she was sure and refused as of now to explore the extent of the damage done there.

Her mind, however, continued to race as her eyes caught another senshi challenging the first sword-wielder and the attacker who moved to stab her side being tackled by Altair.

"Altair, get away from there!" Hopefully, the words might serve to distract the enemy a little more. But her vision did not stop sweeping area because her head pounded with the suspicion that more were likely to attack. And getting out with injuries, hopefully not to grave extents, was more favorable than dying here despite both not being ideal options. They had agreed to give as much time as they could as Prince Castor requested for his plan to address this mess. Thus, upon sighting the projectile thrown at Prince Castor, she flung the stone in each of her hands with what strength she could muster, first from her dominant hand and hastily followed by the one in her other hand.

Though in all this craziness what she also thought she noticed as well was that Prince Castor's hail had also addressed the projectile that went at him.

Sailor Altair

What catching the sight of red on the blade and the sound of Aptera's pained yelp in sharp exclamation told her was she had been too late. But her vision did process the hand of who she was wrestling with now reaching towards her much like she had seen happen to another of Order before stepping into the battle herself. Altair pushed back at the reaching hand's arm at the bicep and with her white-knuckled grip on the stone she had managed not to let go of, she sent a forceful punch at her opponent's cheek to at least jar him enough to shake his focus right before she rolled away from him and closer to the group she was intent on sticking together with. Frantically, her vision kept working as she took a crouching form to get ready for further motion, taking in what was happening around her to act more on reflex than anything else.

Myrrha, Basic Senshi (Scents)

The return to consciousness was not pleasant. Myrrha's whole body ached with pain and she was careful not to jostle her wrist as she tried to push herself up into a sitting position. It was obvious that the battle still raged on around her and as she shakily got to her feet her head swam just a little. With great care she braced herself against the cavern's wall and began to move in the direction that she assumed was the correct one.

Seeing the dragon still flying around the senshi picked up another rock and gave the rock a haphazard toss at the large youma. It would not have been tossed with the greatest accuracy or strength. Her gaze fell to the bag at her side and she realized that the strap was beginning to detach from the satchel's base. Hugging the bag close to her chest Myrrha began to move once more.