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 Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:14 pm
Gianfar was counting in his head. How many seconds was three minutes? A hundred-eighty. Right. Seven, eight, ********! She had a hard hit. He grunted and doubled over as he was hit in the gut, keeping an eye on Zanazziite to make sure it worked. Good, good. She felt it. Perfect. It took a lot for him to now smirk and snicker, straightening up instead and brushing off his shoulders. Ugh, ******** that hurt. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty...oh! There was his hat. He'd have to go pick that up. Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven..
Before he could even so much as turn away he suddenly found himself being beaten on by a plastic toy gun!? What the <********> was with these nega's weapons?! They were so weird! But he took the hits. He had no choice. He did his best to try and fend them off as best as he could without actually striking back, realizing this probably looked terrible in the eyes of his fellow senshi but..if they noticed the way the ladies were seeming to react to being attacked perhaps they would understand? He was hit in the shoulder and he grunted again, stumbling in the opposite direction and putting a hand on the hit shoulder. He wanted so badly to attack, so badly to hit back. He should have waited before using Honor.
Fifty, fifty one, fifty two..
He scoffed. "That the best ya got?" That's right. Egg them on. They had to keep hitting him. Fifty five, fifty six..
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:16 pm
Heaven help anyone that ******** around with Super Sailor Gunn right then. The fact that there was fire all around was not exactly a good sign for any opponents, but the senshi herself was not in the mood to play around. No jokes, no words, no nothing--as Gunn picked her way out of the rubble, she was deathly and grimly silent.
Wolframite had escaped.
Uranophane was something she could brush off. The niggling suspicion that she really hadn't known who Bismuthite was had only grown over the course of Ares's ill-fated interrogation and she didn't have any information that could compromise Gunn's civilian identity. But Wolframite had Kreszant's name--and she really couldn't imagine that name being too common in Destiny City. As she dropped off the edge of a broken concrete wall, Gunn entertained the idea of sending Kres back to Germany. She was eighteen, she didn't need a babysitter anymore, did she?
But there was no time to think further upon that. Rising up in front of her was a familiar specter, one she greeted without a change in expression. Serandite had just the sort of outfit that would be very conducive to being set on fire, she thought. All those lovely trailing bits of fabric, all that pretty pink hair. She'd set fire to Wolframite in cold blood; now every part of Gunn felt like she was boiling.
"All right," she said, her tone flat and cold. "Do it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:19 pm
xxxxxMyalite could see fights already raging all around her. Stupidity made her lock onto general Serandite and some orange haired senshi. Something about the way she was standing, so ready, so prepared to attack Serandite made Myalite think something was wrong. Immediately, she rushed over, white hair streaming like a gust of winter wind and locked on. She couldn't exactly do much with her bracelet, but she did have fists.
xxxxxTwo of them, actually.
xxxxxSo she ran over to the orange haired senshi attacking Serandite and aimed a punch at her stomach. It wasn't the hardest punch on the earth; Myalite wasn't much of a physical fighter. But it connected, and hopefully distracted the orange haired senshi for the moment. Hopefully it would give Serandite some time to attack.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:21 pm
"Eat a starseed or something Captain." 'Laurelite' ordered with sharp eyes, there was a great deal of familiarity in that look for all the imperious tone of it.
"I don't want to see anymore bodies on our side if we can help it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:22 pm
Torture to death wasn't right no matter what side you were on. That is what Bellatrix believed. And she never thought anyone on the Senshi side would have done such a thing. Or been the first to, anyway. Bellatrix could remember the bad things she'd seen the Negaverse do, she could remember the feeling of her starseed almost being stolen but... The Negaverse believed as strongly as the senshi did that they were fighting to save the Earth. From each other. Of course, Bellatrix was also skeptical as to whether or not either side was being used as paws. Told that such a thing was what they were fighting for, when in reality...who knows what this was truly all about?
"This isn't any of my business. I probably shouldn't even be here..." Bellatrix said, looking around her, voicing her uncertainty about what to do. Be a traitor to her faction, or? Was there an or in this situation, really?
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:22 pm
She fought her way to her allies, and was almost there, almost to them, when the smoke caught her. Scylla choked, watering at the eyes and closing them against the smoke. Ugh.
Did she really want to do this? For the past two weeks, she had been fighting against this war. She'd been fighting her chains, having a crisis of what she believed in. She could leave the Court, still. She didn't agree with her Court on all things, not that she ever had, but she'd held optimism. She had now seen another face to the people she thought she knew, however, and she couldn't... she might not be able to stay. But they were still her family, each and every one, and the Negaverse was still trying to kill them all.
No.
She pried her eyes open, ignoring the pain that stung them, coughing. And through it, she saw a flash of pink.
So what if the aura didn't feel quite like it had in Elysion? So what if she wasn't quite SURE it was Laurelite, with her eyes watering so? "LAURELITE!" her voice was high pitched, but it was the closest thing to a bellow she could manage, and Scylla charged forward, going to get within range.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:23 pm
Ares reared back to strike another blow to Sassolite's throat. She took a deep breath at the worst of times. The air had turned to tear gas all around her. Zinkenite. Her eyes were on fire. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
With a choked sputter, Ares began to sprint blindly through the smoke, running and running until she was clear of its area of effect. It took her far away from Sassolite and the others she had started near. When she finally stopped running, she found herself across the battlefield, just a few feet from Gunn, Serandite, and Myalite.
Myalite threw a punch at Gunn. Ares flashed a hand out, grabbed Myalite by the arm, and wrenched her backwards. "Big kids are talking," she said. Lifting a boot, Ares kicked her leg outward at Myalite's stomach.
Somewhere closeby, Ares heard Scylla call out a name that she recognized. Laurelite? Laurelite was here? Why hadn't she felt it? There was little time to think about it. Ares would need to help Gunn -- and then she had to help protect Scylla. Differences aside, Ares cared very much about the Senshi of the Kraken.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:25 pm
When her antler impacted his shoulder Zan stumbled to the side with him, the pain like a shock wave. Lifting a hand she rubbed her shoulder, what was going on? She hit him in the stomach, she felt like she got socked in the stomach. She hit him in the shoulder, and it felt like someone snuck up and hit her in the shoulder.
It was starting to come together in her head. Senshi magic. Oh how she hated it. They had just spent who knows how long navigating a maze of it, and this just reinforced her hate. Testing her theory she struck out at Gianfar again, only this time she didn't move to hit him with all of her strength, if she was right when her antler hit his thigh she'd feel it too. His taunt was ignored, she didn't have anything to say to him. She wasn't one of those fighters that constantly threw out taunts and insults, she preferred to be silent and watchful.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:25 pm
As soon as she'd hit the senshi she'd realised her mistake. Instantly feeling as though she'd just whipped herself with the toy, she grimaced and looked to her fellow Lieutenant. There was no sign that she was hurting her as well when the blonde Negaverser hit Gianfar, and that was a good sign. Grasping her weapon to her chest she glared and watched him closely. He looked distracted. Distracted? Like the two of them weren't enough of a challenge... And then he stumbled. It was a slight movement but enough of one for Chromite. Grinning, she set her gun down and stepped on it. The force was enough to effectively shatter the end of the toy into broken shards of sharp plastic.
This was going to hurt. It was going to hurt like a b***h-- But whatever right? She'd gone through worse and this was war. You never got something for nothing. So she picked her broken toy back up and held it like the shank it had now become. "Oh no, sweetheart. I think we've got plenty more in us. What about you?"
Then she slashed at him. Yeah, this was going to hurt a lot.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:25 pm
Requiem turned as Scylla shouted. Laurelite? The General Queen? That was her? Filled with motivation, the Senshi of Burial hurried towards the General Queen. She knew she couldn't take her on her own, she was merely a Senshi Sailor scout, not even Super, but she had the great power of Eternal Sailor Scylla at her side - they might stand a chance. She followed Scylla into battle, standing close behind her and within range of the battle.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:26 pm
Ilmenite's fist collided with Asclepius, shoulder, dislodging the little backpack strap and causing her to call out in pain. She kept turning with the punch, though, and stiffly but successfully removed her arm from the backpack strap completely on that side. Still turning, she grasped the other strap with the hand of her uninjured arm, and swung the backpack around at her assailant, hoping to introduce the plastic box inside to the back of his head. Or at least his back, since Ilmenite was so tall, even with the extra inches of Asclepius' heels.
Hopefully swinging the little backpack would hurt just as much as landing on it had.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:27 pm
"Because why should I die when I can choose to atone for my mistakes fighting for a dead queen!" Her eyes flared with hatred now, how could this girl be so foolish. As she missed with the tackle stumbling forward slightly turning to seek Lyra for another go she felt her knee explode into a burst of pain sending her stumbling to her knees just as quickly as Lyra had fallen over. Clutching at her knee she let out a string of swears, though she was shocked to watch as Lyra avoided even the trident aimed to gut her. "You wouldn't understand, you just follow blindly, making all this chaos and confusion by being here, if you all just left none of this would be happening right now, no one would be fighting!"
Stumbling up she let out a hiss of pain as she stood, her knee was already starting to swell; this was going to be a long night.
"I don't see why we all need to kill each other so if y-"
CRACK
And that was the sound of Lietenant Unobtainiumucles punching Sailor Hephaistos in the face. For a guy wearing a foam finger he sure as hell knew how to throw a good punch. Still he had dealt with worse back in the dream world. Stumbling back from the punch he ran a white glove along his face, tasting blood faintly in his mouth.
"You know I don't really like all the fighting..." Leaning forward he raised his hands before throwing a punch right back at Unobtaniumucles. "But if your going to throw the first punch it makes it a whole lot less cruel to beat your damn face in!"
At the same time he really hoped that the foam finger was not hiding some giant monster arm like the last girl. That would make for another very bad night.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:28 pm
"Sorry...Should I -remember- you?" 'Z-Laurelite' called back to Scylla
"ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO FACE ME ONE ON ONE?! OR ARE YOU STILL A -SMALL MINDED COWARD! 'she' called to the blue skirted senshi. No, he very much did not want to go head to head with her Tentacles, General or not he was not as resilient as Tanzinite had been...no as she WAS, he had to believe it...even now.
'She' charged into battle with a wild grin on her face that didn't begin to reach her eyes. Her expression said all assurance and battle but her eyes... no they didn't match at all. Windows to the soul and there was no one home.
'She' meant to turn this into a one on one... let the BMC and all their lust to do torture continue their hands on machinations -now-.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:29 pm
Serandite was fast. Myalite's punch might have been brief cover but Serandite had no need of it at the moment. She had teleported before Gunn, covering the distance in less than a second, her kimono sleeve darted forward, hand aiming for Gunn's throat.
Serandite didn't particularly care if she lit aflame at the moment. She'd probably strip long kimono off and still fight in this mode-- her brown eyes had nothing in them. For the first time, it seemed as if they were numb-- devoid of emotion.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:29 pm
War. There was nothing else quite so dangerous, or as exciting.
Sailor Vulcan was one of the remaining senshi who crawled out of the fire, ears ringing with the taint of the explosion, and the powerful thump-thump-thump of her own heartbeat. Provoked by the promise of this epic battle, excited about finally getting to do something after two weeks of little more than babysitting, this enthusiastic cadet shot like a bullet into the fray.
There was no real strategy. There was only Vulcan.
And her furious fists of agony.
With her voice raised in an war cry that was more righteous than it was coherent, Vulcan launched herself at Alkaid. Passionate and fierce in her dedication to this cause, Vulcan aimed a kick at the blond girl's thigh. The boots she wore did not match her fuku. They were big, and bulky, and threatened to fall off at any moment.
She had her war face on.
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