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Captain Sylvite

Sylvite had been about as ready for the youma as she was going to be. She'd had a decent vantage point, she'd had weapons. She hadn't been expecting the youma to use a person as a weapon of its own.

Sylvite tried to catch the pink haired lieutenant, but for all of her superpowers, she still wasn't a big person. The two went tumbling down the rock pile, Sylvite sqeaking a little bit with every impact. When they hit solid-ish ground, the extra strength came in more handy. She was able to wriggle out from under the taller, dazed woman pretty easily, although she took a minute to look her over even as the others continued to battle the youma.

"Are you okay?" she asked. The lieutenant's lip twitched. She didn't look happy, but she also didn't look like she was quite all there. "Stay here for now. It'll be safer, it looks like they're getting it pretty riled up." She glanced towards the youma, then gave the lieutenant a little pat on the shoulder. "Uhhh. Yeah."

With that, she got to her feet, only slightly worse for the wear. She took a second to take in her surroundings. She could see a flash of red uniform at the end of the path, now, but the youma was crackling, and it looked like several people were hurt, or falling back, or just plain distracted.

Okay. That was fine. It could be her turn now. Sucking in a breath and trying not to think too much, she lunged forwards at the youma with both her knives.

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Corrupt Eternal Cybele

The youma's rock struck true. Cybele was sent backwards, briefly pinned to the ground and dry-gasping in pain as the stone slammed into her central organs and then stayed sitting on them, heavy and awful. Her lower ribs especially burned.

For a moment, she stayed frozen, staring at the ceiling and listening to the muffled sounds of conflict going on around her. This was even worse than that monster in the village, somehow.

Still, Cybele had never been one to give up and since she was still alive, she was not intending to start now. Biting back a scream, she shoved the rock off of her and then fumbled through subspace for the starseed that she always kept on her. It was sweet relief when she cracked it between her teeth. She still ached. She still hurt in a few places, but at least the world had stopped spinning.

Slowly, she began to make her way up to her feet, but that was still a lot. She was only kneeling when the youma began to crackle dangerously, and she glimpsed Sylvite getting close.

Deciding she needed to do something faster, Cybele picked up some of the sharper pieces of rubble from nearby to hurl at the youma- a taste of its own medicine.

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Lieutenant Jadarite

It was the second time that evening that a youma's tail had sent her crashing into another agent. Jadarite was done, and it was not only because the energy draining had left her feeling terribly sluggish.

She held her tongue when the captain tried to baby her, asking her if she was okay when she was obviously humiliated and then telling her to be careful. Jadarite was in no state to play nice with others right now. She just wanted her bed and some wine, really.

The captain had a point about this youma, though. Jada had always thought that the youma were cannon fodder creatures, good for gathering energy and distracting senshi but easy enough to turn into dust, at least by higher level agents. She'd heard horror stories of lieutenants falling prey to the creatures, but they had Axinite with them, and yet this one was still standing.

Jadarite shifted slightly to take more cover behind the pile of rocks, even as her back complained. She watched the others fight. They had real weapons. They could handle this. She was willing to serve the Negaverse, but not to die for it.

Lt. Eveite

Not a fun way to start proving that she was a Lieutenant worthy of the power that had been bestowed upon her. She had only just made it with the others and knew that her silly little "weapons" at this time were effectively useless against the Youma as it continued to assault them, gathering energy for who knew what. She could only throw some rocks at it and hope it did something, but due to her level, she knew she was risking drawing it's attention. Apparently it liked to go for "easier" prey first, and the Lieutenants and basic Senshi fit that category well!



Super Corrupt Versailles

They were unable to continue their conversation and Versailles wasn't too surprised when the Youma finally showed itself. The surprise came with how large it was. that made it a problem to deal with. They would need to move away from here. This was not the place to have an epic battle of any sort. Cybele was on point though when she attacked and Versailles knew that his magic would most likely be useless. It may work on smaller Youma, but certainly not on something as large as this.

The group had managed to get past it and had finally gotten with, what Versailles supposed, was it's "lair", but it was still on the attack and desperately fighting with them. Versailles could only try to throw smaller, sharper rocks at the creature with no real weapon to use against it and with his magic being utterly useless at this point. At least he dealt more with Senshi and Knights than with Youma to where his magic wasn't effectively completely useless.

The main problem was the ever-changing ground around the youma. Clearly it could manipulate it and finding a spot that wasn't moving was a problem. And it was clearly getting ready to do something, whether it was going to blast them or whatever else. Versailles made sure to keep an eye on anywhere he could hide from it just in case. He had gotten separated from Cybele at this time, and unfortunately it now appeared to be a battle for their lives. But he would still try to save any fellow agents that he could!



Captain Chambersite

Chambersite had managed to move past the youma with the rest of the group, but knew that this situation was all too dangerous. The ground kept shifting and changing because of the youma, and for a moment wondered if this was something the Youma could only do in the rift or if it could be used elswhere if they were to capture it...

Capturing it was out of the question though. Many others had already attacked it, and he decided that he would do the same, summoning his dagger and throwing it at the creature. This way he could summon it back. As much as he wanted to try hitting the youma itself, he didn't want to risk trying to give the creature a papercut while he himself could have been killed. It wasn't the right time to do so, but perhaps there would be another opportunity.



General Arsenopyrite

Now that they were in the main part of the youma's "lair" they had been able to find the Lieutenant in the distance, something that intrigued Arseno. Why had the youma kept the Lieutenant? It was something he would have studied if he could, but he agreed with Beni that the Youma needed to be killed. Unfortunate. It could have been of great use to them and for studying.

He grinned as he saw the other throw his spear. Not something that Arseno could do with his own, but he could at least do something. "We need to give the others a chance to rescue the Feldspar. Or at least I will. I'm willing to draw it's attention away from them while they work on it." He said, feeling a bit more energetic now that adrenaline was coursing through him. He would be crashing later, but right now he needed to use this to his advantage.

He noticed that he wasn't the first to do so, but he wouldn't let the opportunity of the youma being injured go to waste, and ran towards the creature, swinging his horseman's pick as hard as he could at another of it's limbs, hoping that he was at least able to injure it.

Electricity arced in the air again, purple and pulsing from the youma. The crystals in the area stretched out once more, as if supercharged by this flow of chaos. The youma was visibly enraged, visibly beaten down by the assaults. It roared once more, so loudly that some of the nearby crystals cracked--and then its skin began to hum with electricity. Its tail hit the ground forcefully and three more large bolts hit across the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.

It was bleeding--profusely--and seemed enraged.

With one final, ear-splitting bellow, it curled into itself and then flung its arms outwards, its head backwards.

A wave of electricity pulsed from it, strong enough to send anyone nearby flying back. The pile of rubble from the barrier it had made on the path flew backwards, throwing rocks towards the group around Axinite.

Some rocks were sharp, hard enough to cut. Some were just large, capable of bruising. Some tingled with the residual electricity clinging to them.

Those closer to the Youma might have been directly affected by the electricity; it was powerful enough to make people go rigid, to tense their bodies and leave them spasming or drained. It hurt.

As the youma exploded into its burst of electricity, the crystals vibrated and shattered, sending more sharp debris hurling--and freeing Lieutenant Feldspar! His prone body slid to the ground--unconscious, but without any visible harm.

Axinite’s youma finished twisting its way up the hole, rolling and twisting. It dumped Axinite, Aqua and Jet onto the ground before it writhed for a good few seconds, shrinking dramatically in size. It was still incredibly sizeable and rose up before circling the area. Axinite grimaced, and hurriedly pushed himself up. He was pale, with a trail of blood smeared into his hair. He seemed otherwise fine, but he was rigid and quiet. He summoned his axe, finally, and used it to keep himself upright. Frantically, his eyes darted across the area, taking in the scene and all that he had missed.

And yet--he breathed a sigh of relief. The mound of rocks that had been blocking their path seemed cleared enough to allow for easy travel, but he could see that people had been hurt--that the youma was defeated. He breathed a short sigh of relief and nodded to the group. “--Amazing job,” he called to them. There was no reason to stay here for any longer if the youma was defeated, if they had recovered Feldspar. “Let’s get back to the castle. We’ll have first aid aid for those of you that are injured and recalibrate.”

He spoke like he hadn’t had blood at the side of his head, like there wasn’t blood dripping down his pant leg. He supported himself with his axe but carried himself like he was uninjured, and however much power he radiated, it was clear that he was proud of the team, just not himself.

Captain Sylvite

In retrospect, stabbing something that was half electricity with metal might not have been the best idea.

Sylvite gasped from the sudden shock. Her skin went all tingly, and her hair about doubled in size, but at least it seemed like the final barrage of attack had finally taken the youma down.

She dropped her knives, stepped away from the sudden puff of dust, and then took just a couple seconds to cough and then breathe and then try to kind of settle herself. Looking around, it still seemed like nobody was bleeding out on the rocky floor or anything. The worst off was the red lieutenant that she could only assume was Feldspar, the one that they'd come down here to rescue in the first place. It looked like he was gonna need some help, which meant the mission wasn't quite over yet.

Still rubbing her hands together a little bit, because ow, she made her way down to the center of the crystal lair to check on him.

Corrupted Sailor Taenite

“So, can I get one of those?” Taenite jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at the giant snake youma. “They seem super helpful. I know, I know, I’m a senshi but really, it seems like a waste not to have something like that to help us poor magic users.”

He didn’t even get a chance to scorch anything with his magic that day. Well, they still had a long walk back to the Hall of Shadows, so maybe he would need to clear the way at some point.

Taenite didn’t bother mentioning the blood from Axinite’s wounds. The man was capable of taking care of himself, and he was still their superior officer out on the field. There was no use in causing a fuss now. Once they got back he would make sure Axinite had a chance to sit down and get cleaned up.



Corrupt Eternal Kamacite

Kamacite wasn’t bothered by Cymophane’s chipper babbling, but he couldn’t exactly get his heart to calm down with him pointing out things like Jet’s boyfriend and all that. At least it seemed like the youma had been defeated and the Lieutenant they’d gone into the Rift for was being rescued.

Good, because he really could use sleeping for twelve hours or so.

He wasn’t injured more than a few bruises from rocks falling, but he knew a lot of others were. He’d been concerned about getting Axinite out of the hole, but he apparently hadn’t needed the help. Which Kamacite should have assumed, seeing as he was a General King.

But he also looked a little worse for wear at the moment. There was blood in Axinite’s hair and down his leg, but he looked like he would refuse help if asked, so Kamacite didn’t bother.

Instead, he just rubbed at his chest more and straightened up to make sure Cymophane was close to him in case something else decided to attack.

“Yes, that’s his boyfriend,” he at least confirmed, glancing over at the two Generals, still annoyed by the trouble the blond General gave him in that forest around October.

Carnallite picked herself up off the ground where she’d fallen when the youma expired. She was a little banged up, with bumps and bruises and a few scrapes from flying crystal shrapnel, but it was nothing to concern herself with. She probably didn’t even require bandaging, and if anyone insisted, she would refuse. Her hair was a frightful mess, frizzy and mussed and half falling out of the low ponytail she often wore, but she did little more than corral it all back into its bow before making her way toward Bloodstone.

“Great job checking his vitals, Doctor,” she said.

Sarcasm was one of the few things to bring changes to a voice that usually lacked inflection otherwise.

She approached Feldspar, intending to offer what assistance she could — which wasn’t much, in his state, but it seemed they might need to drag his unconscious body back with them.

At least he was alive, she supposed.

Not that it would have made a difference to Carnallite either way.

Corrupt Sailor Cymophane

Kamacite was quiet. Too quiet for Cymophane’s liking. Cymophane could easily hold an entire conversation by himself, but he still didn’t like when Kamacite got too quiet. It meant he was nervous or scared or both, and Cymophane had been trying very hard to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t get nervous or scared.

Fortunately, neither of them seemed injured enough to require medical attention. Plus, Axinite was back, Cymophane’s General wasn’t dead (although, as they’d been separated, Cymophane hadn’t even been aware that he should be concerned), the youma was gone, the rocks blocking their way had been cleared enough that the path was passable, and Feldspar was well on his way to being recovered.

All in all, this seemed like a successful mission.

Not that Cymophane had any other missions under his metaphorical belt (he was pretty sure what he had was considered a sash) to compare it to.

“I guess they found Feldspar?” he said.

Cymophane grabbed Yuuri by the arm and ushered him over the debris, passed where the youma had attacked their allies, and around the corner into the larger room where a few people were gathering around an inert body.