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"Do you REALLY think you're on the good side after invading a place you clearly don't belong in?!"

Uranophane's voice bellowed after Sailor Boreas even as he sailed into the air, and she trotted backwards a few paces in an attempt at keeping up with his trajectory. Then she threw her weight into one of her shoulders so she could deliver a roundhouse kick directly upward -- the cruel metal tip of her boot hopefully connecting with his face. Or his stomach.

Or his anything, really.

Lyra heard it a split second before it almost struck her, having even a LITTLE sense to know something was close, aiming for her, and was intent to kill. The super senshi found herself leaping out of the way, her heart skipping a beat in the process as she could feel her hairs practically cut off her head.

She thinks he actually DID cut some of her hair too.

Not wanting to get a haircut from THAT thing, or hell from the looks of it a scalping, Lyra leaped away a leap of two backwards and cried "Nebula scatter!" The mist formed over the area, attempting to shield herself from Obsidian... but to also get close enough to attack. Skirting around, she was probably foolish attacking a general... but she still attempted to throw a punch when the oportunity arose.


( Lyras attack is around 15 feet or so radius of Lyra and Obby! Feel free, if nega, to mention your eyes stinging! ))

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Fayalite was about to sink down too, placing a knee again Themis's stomach once again.... but the hand placed up made her curious what he was intending, was he going for her throat? Was she THAT easy enough to expose it?

Until he uttered those words.

He was using some sort of attack... but it was doing nothing? She made a grave mistake, and that was she failed to notice that the attack WAS working. So she placed a heeled boot on his torso, digging in the hell. "The hell was that, some sort of final words?" She raised the pole... about to play golf with his head.

Alkaid had been easily dodged by her old friend. Maybe Saiph was lucky, or maybe she had just been with Alkaid so long before that she knew her moves, whatever the reason Alkaid was left stumbling from a misplaced blow. She whirled the instant she heard those familiar words, Saiph's attack that could do unimaginable damage. She tried to put herself between Saiph and Tanzanite before the blow could find it's target - but she was too late.

She stumbled back onto the scene in time to watch Tanzanite fly backward, alarm registering on her face. It only took those few collected words to turn her back around, though, and her target was clear - Saiph.

"Not this time," she murmured, curling her hands back into fists as her bright eyes locked dead on her old partner. Memories or not, Alkaid had no choice but to protect her general. With the slightest inclination of her head, Alkaid burst into a run, aiming to tackle Saiph and (most likely) sending them both tumbling down the hill into the fray below.

At least Tanzanite would be out of her attack range then.

"Zink man...get up. You HAVE to get up okay?'"
He glanced back, watching his partner struggle and bit his lip. Seeing Zink hurt tore at his heart, and if he could he'd grab him and teleport the ******** out of here. But they were part of something bigger and as much as it pained him he HAD to stay.

But he sure as hell wasn't going to let Zink get hurt further, if he could do anything to stop it.

"Who the <********> do you think YOU are?"
Hatred burned in Scheelite's eyes as he took in the one who dared approach him. No...likely dared approach Zink. Attack someone while they were down? FFF, and here they said the Negaverse were the bad guys!

The captain raised his guitar, ready for the attack that was sure to come. The tiny orbs of fire threw him off guard but he sure as hell wasn't going to move and let those get through to Zink!

So Scheelite did something insane.

Scheelite stood still and reached out to grab the fire balls as they approached. It burned, it burned like a mother ********. But it meant keeping them away from Zink and that's all that mattered at that moment. The blonde gave a brief cry of pain..but soon enough he went right back to his stony hate filled gaze.

"LEAVE. If you know what the <********> is good for you!"
Even burned he could kick this one's a**.

Europa was there one minute, about to say something witty to Regulus, and then the next minute - she was gone. Or, rather, she was flying through the air, developing an enormous headache, and screaming at the top of her lungs. It should have been a signal to anyone in her path to clear out of the way, yet somehow she still managed to bowl Sailor Orion over when she landed.

"s**t, s**t," moaned Europa, pulling herself weakly across the pink, candy-floss looking ground. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

She rubbed her head, pulled away a good-sized chunk of hair, and struggled unsteadily to her feet.

She looked around in confusion. Had anyone gotten the number of the bus that hit her?

In the middle of the night a group of confused Negaversers had, somehow, turned into an army ready for battle. They had marched across the fields of Elysion in formation only to break once the battle began. Senshi attacks were going off here, weapons were flashing there... And what was he doing?

Rikard Colby, now Lt. Richterite, was standing somewhere amidst it all feeling rather... lost. The overwhelming feelings that had lead to his corruption were still swimming in the back of his mind; loss, abandonment, being alone. The blonde Captain with the radiation green eyes had guaranteed him that he would never be alone again once he accepted everything that being in the Negaverse meant. What was it he'd said? Something about it being like a built-in family?

When he'd been yanked out of bed he had been prepared for just about anything... But he hadn't been prepared for this. All that he had on him was a small deck of Magic cards; useless, really. Lost, alone and useless... A wonderful combination. He snorted to himself, shaking his head slowly as he stood back, observing for the moment, curious to really see what his life had become.

Fayalite's boot went down hard onto his chest, in what would probably result in the biggest bruise he'd ever gotten in his senshi carreer - no, really, the biggest bruise of his life. It took him all that he had to keep his arm upright, to not wince under the pain as her foot tried to dig even deeper.

But the most important thing was that she didn't move. To her statement, Themis just smirked. It was an alien expression on his face, even more so with the pain that also was betrayed by his expression.

"You wish."

It was then that his attack hit her head on.

[Got permission from GMs to use an NPC senshi in this post in order to do something. Also got permission from Krys~]

“Ha ha haaa,” the laughter was nothing short of cruel as the last remnant's of Europa's attack faded, and the monstrous General slowly picked herself up off of the ground. She was far too casual, far too at ease as she brushed grass and dirt from her body. Apparently a fresh-faced young senshi rushing towards her had not been aware that Tanzanite was no longer subdued by Europa's attack, and the newly awakened warrior of the moon threw herself at Tanzanite with a mighty battle cry.

The Arm snatched her from the air like President Obama might snatch a fly, teeth snapping down on her throat with a sickening squelch. Her human hand reached into her chest as her body jerked in the throes of a grim and bloody death, and tore out her starseed without hesitation. The thing vanished into her palm, and the energy signature that marked General Tanzanite suddenly flared wildly. Her head lolled back for a moment, arms draped limply at her side as she bathed in the sudden rush of power.

“Silly girls,” she whispered, and when her eyes again opened there was only blackness to be found in them. Even the silver irises had been consumed by darkness, but Tanzanite was not finished.

Oh, no, she was not nearly finished.

With a sound like wretching, the Arm let go of the now still body, a chunk bitten clean out of the slim, pale throat. It was tossed aside, and rolled down the hill towards the fray. In it's place, Tanzanite held what the Arm had given up, the small treasure it had been storing for just such an occasion.



Zinkenite, it seemed, had been a generous ally. The small, shining stone sat in Tanzanite's palm only briefly, before the mouth swallowed it whole once more. It took only a moment before the thing shuddered and shifted, the thick, black tongue narrowing and extending, uncoiling from the youma's mouth foot after foot. Black claws wrapped around it, writing as a flick of her wrist snapped the tongue-whip in the air with a deafening crack.

”NEMESIS!” She yelled, a wicked grin splitting her face in half. The whip came forward with terrible accuracy, curling around the Senshi of Decay's slender ankle. It curled of it's own will, and one strong pull from the power-fueled arm whipped Super Sailor Nemesis at Corvus and Eridanus.

“COME THEN,” she all but roared, high on the power that flowed through her body, “COME AND MEET YOUR DEATH.”