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Uranophane scowled heartily at Castor's retreating back. She hadn't even gotten a chance to land a hit on him! Hopefully, at least, he would feel her steely gaze burning into the back of his obnoxious little head, and realize just how hardcore and serious business the Negaverse was. Damn b*****d.

She grinned in approval at Zircon's tactics, and was a second away from giving her some pointers -- but then a fist drove itself into her back, and immediately she whipped around to see what it was who was hitting her.

And by "see," it was more accurate to say that Requiem was about to get ankle-swiped by a very cruel-looking boot.

"I don't think it's deep enough." Themis said, answering Bellatrix as they resumed their guard with the tiny senshi of sleep and the guardian cat. "I've had cuts about that deep that didn't scar."

Not that he was against Bellatrix laying the smackdown. A lieutenant, who looked much like a rookie, then proceeded to go right for the the apparently distracted senshi - sure, the stick the boy wielded hit Themis' arm alright, but all the lt truly got for his troubles was being thrown straight into the wall for his trouble.

Hm. Aparently this was a trend. The boy seemed to get the message, and stumbled off to easier pray. Themis didn't bother to chase after him. He had bigger fish to fry, loved ones to protect.

Castor's advice and encouragement wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, but Ganymede supposed it was better than the barking commands he'd been getting from Requiem before. He didn't have time to respond to it, though, as he was too busy trying to deal with Zircon... only she suddenly released him and turned to direct her rage toward Requiem instead.

Ganymede sighed and clambered back to his feet, making a face over the state of his drenched clothing. It felt so gross.

He looked around in an effort to decide what to do now -- should he help Castor or Requiem, or leave as Zircon had suggested? Honestly, leaving was the most tempting option, even if that made him a pathetic coward. He felt pretty useless anyway, so he doubted he'd be missed.

He turned to find somewhere he could go to get out of this mess, only to run smack dab into the last person he wanted to see -- Alumo.

"You neo-Victorian little b***h."

The elbow had clocked straight into Uranophane's face, but her anger had been replaced by a cruelly malicious grin -- the realization of violence had set a spark off in her, and the anticipation of more was making it grow into a flame. She waggled her eyebrows at Zircon, giving her a little nod, before lashing out with her hand and grabbing Reqiuem by the hair, pulling it fiercely in an attempt at getting the senshi to lose her footing.

"But that's alright. Lieutenant, care to practice on this training dummy I found?"

Bismuthite knew now that he had a target on his back. A target painted in the blood of one Sailor Rota. The Blood Moon Court.... It sounded like a bunch of chicks on their period to him. PMS to the extreme. Personally he never trusted anything that bled for a week and didn't die. Still, he had been warned not to dismiss the threat they were for, he sneered at the thought, someone of his level. He was still a newbie Lieutenant, but from the get-go he had seen the forefront of this war. He'd been tossed in to it without so much as a briefing on how things worked.
He had been thrown in to an epic battle like this, and survived. Someone of his level indeed. Pride - he was slowly learning to bite it down.

Currently Bismuthite was messing up some poor random, nameless, senshi. No doubt taking out some pent-up aggression that stemmed from the thin walls of his current residence.



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"Then perhaps we should take up position where we can guard both," Bellatrix offered.
Sure, it would probably send some more poor souls their way, but she supposed they couldn't expect to be left completely untouched on the battlefield. And it was in their - everyone's - best interest to make sure the crystal was either left untouched, or didn't land in corrupt hands. But...who were they to judge corrupt from not?

No, no time for that kind of thinking. Themis wanted to protect the crystal? Then that's what they'd do.

Something malicious in Zircon laughed at Requiem's desperate plea for help. "It's not so nice on the other end of things, is it?" She would have laughed even harder to full-on mock the senshi, but her head snapped backwards in recoil from the girl's punch, her nose making some sort of sickening crackle. She shook the stars from her eyes, certain that she'd be bleeding from her nostrils any moment now, but the moment she saw the senshi detained by Captain Uranophane, all of her pain seemed to drain into the pool below her.

This was her chance.

Zircon's grin was wicked as she bowed her nod to the Captain's command, cracking her knuckles one by one. "Of course, Captain," she responded with a barely contained cackle, and with a look that suggested that something in her was enjoying this far more than she should, she sent a fist flying straight for Requiem's ribcage. Zircon knew exactly how much that particular blow would hurt, and that seemed to make her smile even brighter. An eye for an eye, b***h.

Requiem screamed when Zircon slammed a fist into her ribcage. She was still swollen from when Tanzanite's arm had bitten her in the area, closer to her breast. This was added to the pain of her hair being pulled by Uranophane. She wouldn't allow herself to go down like this, no ******** way. She still had a score to settle with Tanzanite, she refused to let herself die before Tanzanite does even if now wasn't the time for that.

She swung one leg back, hoping to hit Uranophane in the crotch - whatever genitalia she may hit - and flung herself forward, ripping herself out of Uranophane's clutch at the expense of extreme pains of hair pulling (some hair even likely being pulled out). She flung herself forward with enough force to hopefully body-slam and tackle Zircon. She shouted as she forced herself forward, a strange sort of battlecry.