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The brief reprieve, that had come at such a heavy cost, was gone, and the battle started up around them once again. Pasiphae, had she been the type to curse, would certainly have done so now. She kept silent, however, anger risiing steadily to mix with her fear. They wouldn't be able to look for their allies. The Great Youma and all of its supporters, human and misguided as they were, denied her and her fellow Jovians even that comfort. She looked around the group without saying a word, her maroon eyes clearly questioning: what are we going to do now?

Then Valhalla spoke, and Pasiphae nodded to show her support, keeping her words short and simple, "Tell me where to strike... and I'll do my best." Even if, as usual, she didn't know if her best was going to be enough.

The Shame Senshi kept her word, jumping into action as Ganymede attacked. She supported the Lust Senshi, grabbing the longest, sharpest piece of debris she could find and heaving it towards the attack on the eyes of the monster. It made cold, logical sense. If the creature couldn't see them... then it couldn't attack them very well either. And if multiple Senshi attacked at once, as a group... then they were far more likely to succed. Super Sailor Pasiphae may have failed all of the civilians, may still not have known where Naica and Nyx were... but for her fellow Jovians, for ALL of the forces of good... she was, for once, not going to sit back and hide behind a shield. Not unless she was forced to do so.

Valhalla watched as Pasiphae and Ganymede both agreed and aimed for its eyes, but there was another problem he saw.

Camelot's shield seemed to be stuck! As if they didn't have sucky enough weapons, and now he couldn't get it back?

"s**t, what the hell?" he cursed, moving over to his friend. "How did it get stuck there?" he sputtered, eyeing the claw that was pinning the shield down. Well, s**t, that wasn't good.

Valhalla knew he'd told the others to go for the eyes, but he had to help his friend get his weapon back. He picked up the nearest well sized rock he could find, wound up for a (hopefully) well aimed pitch, and threw his best fastball at the youma's claws, under which the shield was stuck.

As much as Bismuthite would have loved to join the offense, he maintained his position defending the Eouma, eyeing senshi that would try attacking with narrowed, venomous eyes, and weapon at the ready.

Howlite's glance to Kestral was surprisingly patient. It made sense, she was new, as were many of them.

"Focus on those that are attacking the Great Youma, itself. They can't hurt it if they're busy with us. Distract them. You don't have the power to deflect the attacks yourself, now, but we can take out those who are foolish enough to make a move."

Benitoite was treated with a nod. "I won't pretend like I know if it'll help, but it can't hurt."

They were wasting their time talking, not doing, and the Youma would suffer for it. Her finger indicated a group of knights and senshi, including Ganymede and Pasiphae, who was lobbing a rock their direction.

"We need to destroy them."

And Draconis went flying. She slammed into the ground at full force. It didn't feel to great. At least she had senshi endurance, and she was able to get up again.

It seemed as though she wasn't helping anyone at this point. As she looked up, the wounds seemed to close off where she had attacked. Had she done that? Great, just great.

Grimacing, Sailor Draconis screamed rather barbarically and then slid underneath the beast. It was nearly impossible to dodge it feet, but she managed to punch and kick the underbelly of the beast a few times before retreating back to the open area of the Surrounding.

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Peklo nodded fiercely at Leo. He was in control at the moment, even she could tell that. What was the one thing Peklo was good at? Following orders to a T.

Politely, she grabbed the elbow of Princess Chronos and said, "P-Princess I'm sorry, b-but we should move back, like he says." She nodded with sincerity. Peklo hadn't quite fully grasped the concept of power levels, and the idea that the Princess Chronos had more than enough power to protect herself was beyond her.

Right now it was just "protect the princess." She was going to do just that.

Suddenly two auras alerted her. Was that ... that was Virgo. THAT WAS VIRGO! Peklo shouted at Leo, "Leo! Look up there!"

He wasn't a fighter, he really wasn't. Countless battles and a few very countable injuries had proved that to him nicely. He wasn't meant to be on the front lines of anything and here he was again stuck fighting for his life and everyone elses against something they seemed to stand no chance of beating.

He didn't even want to think about the dark Senshi that were there. They weren't corrupt but still felt horrible.

Shaking himself out he looked around in time to hear his cousin's voice not far from him. Of course she wouldn't have just stayed home where it was safe. He turned his eyes to the monster long enough to see Draconis attack and how completely useless that was.

Great. Fire healed it which meant he was even more useless. Cursing he crawled over a bit of rubble to Corvus's side. "Why is it always when i think i'm getting ahead something like that happens?" He waved a hand vaguely toward the monster before looking around for something he could use as an actual weapon

Ghost Raven was spinning around inside the rainbow road, when she felt a very, very strange sensation. What was--She felt something inside of her, a power...a wonderful...power. She came up from the ground, up from inside the rainbow road, then looked around, looking down at her hands, blinking her blue eyes, a smile forming on her face. And her boots...her boots! She laughed, turning to get a full view of them.

Yes. This is...this is what she needed. This...this power, this power to help destroy the senshi. Help...

The newly awakened blonde looked around, then smirked, blue eyes narrowing as she looked for someone to ruff up. She would do what she had to. She heard shouts of "protect the youma", and that must mean the big monster. If that's what had to be done, that's what would be done.

The senshi of moths was ready. And she would stay ready. Forever.

The battle had started up again—which made Remarque feel pretty damn good. Because that meant that he hadn’t come out here for nothing. And it was a very suitable distraction for losing sight of the civilians he knew. Remarque understood what was expected of him—fight the senshi, keep them off the youma. Repay them for what their Surrounding had done to the civilians.

With Ares’ had come enlightenment. With the senshi had come havoc, right from the very beginning. He was eager to engage them—eager to make them pay for this whole fiasco.

Remarque clenched his hands into fists and pressed them together, cracking his knuckles. He might not have been even slightly proficient in any sort of special gifts he had, but he knew that his fists had never let him down—and he was full equipped to start swinging.