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Well… damn.

This was not what he had been expecting. For all his anticipating, all his feeling like he was losing a special friend, it seemed the end result was rather disappointing. In a ‘oh s**t, I’m totally going to die’ kind of way, of course. As he stood there, stunned by the sight before him, he almost didn’t know what he was supposed to do with himself. Until he heard Tony speaking to him, breaking him away from his awe. Back to reality. Which, really, wasn’t much different from his fantasy land at that moment.

This was all so surreal. He couldn’t even think of a hip 50s word to properly describe it.

“Uhhhh huh?” He grunted, looking at the older man dumbly, taking hold of the dog before he even realized he was doing as he was told. Blinking, he looked down at Dogby, frowning thoughtfully before his eyes returned to Tony.

“We… uh… what? Shouldn’t we be, like, bolting or something?” Apparently Tony was the noble type, looking like he was trying to protect the two younger people he had around him. It wasn’t hard to follow in the man’s footsteps, though, as his initial fear started to be replaced with a sense of excitement. This was unlike anything he had felt before. Certainly better than cramming nerds in a phone booth!

As Tony moved forward, Randy was quick to follow, keeping Dogby close against his chest as he shadowed the older man.

Ducking around, he leaped to the nearest decorated light-pole, plucking some ornaments from the trim. Not much, really, but it would have to do. Without waiting, he hurled them at the large… pretty woman, hoping to do something more than breaking public property.

Dogby gave a little yelp as he accidentally picked her up to toss, mistaking her for an ornament in the heat of the moment. “Oh, sorry,” he said to the dog, tucking her into his side bag to avoid the same mistake later.

No point hurling the puppy at the woman- the fluffy thing wouldn’t do any damage at all.

All the while, he was trying not to notice all the crazy people shooting off their apparent magic.

"What the ********...?" Paris took a step back, staring up at the "princess" with widened eyes. Of all the naughty things Paris did in his life, he didn't usually curse -- but this was an extreme circumstance, and in extreme circumstances he thought cursing was allowed. And this was just too ******** up not to comment on it.

"This is crazy. ******** crazy."

It had turned out to be a bad idea staying at the front of the crowd and standing at the fountain ledge. He was just happy he'd gotten off after setting his snowglobes up there and hadn't stayed on the fountain. The farther away he was from that crazy woman, the better. Regardless of how much time he'd wasted on her and her stupid snowglobes over the last few weeks, he wasn't going to kneel to her. Paris didn't kneel to anybody.

He held up his hands to shield his face from the hail, wishing he'd worn more protective gear instead of just his coat. His heart racing, Paris took a few steps back, his brain working overtime trying to come up with something to do in a situation like this. All he knew was he had to get away somehow -- from the crazy woman, from the freakishly dressed people appearing around him -- and he had to do it fast.

Desperate, Paris pulled his duffel bag off of his shoulder and threw it at her, then turned to search for cover.

Sailor Gomeisa's attack was more defensive based to stop the enemy from harming her, and with Gomeisa's newness to the whole -being a magical being thing she wasn't exactly sure how the self proclaimed princess was attacking let alone when.

She did know one thing though, that when powered up she was stronger than ever before, she could probably throw something toward the weird ice woman. Looking around her she discovered a hunk of concrete that had been pushed up by the ice spears.

Taking a deep breath Gomeisa threw the slab toward Kaguya, being perfectly honest with herself, she was sure her attack would not connect with anything. She was new too this, and her insecure tendencies told her she would fail..just like her power sphere specified.

"Holy freakin' a** burgers!" Fred muttered, watching the chaos erupt around her with an expression sitting somewhere between elation and bafflement. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting when the snow-globe she'd won from the wrestling tournament had started whispering to her, but this... well, actually, she might have considered something like this. However, she hadn't been expecting something on quite this scale. There were people shooting off what looked like magic attacks, and others had weapons. One guy had a pretty sick looking guitar...

The staccato of ice shards shattering against the pavement near her woke Fred to the realization that she was going to have her a** handed to her by faeries in tutus if she didn't do something now. Punching ice with her bare fists was probably not a good idea. She needed a weapon! Looking around, she spied a chunk of gravel from the sidewalk, picked it up, and chucked it at the Princess as hard as she could.

-The familiar voice attached to the sound of her name cut through the air, pausing her movements for a moment as her eyes turned to meet those of her princess. She hadn't noticed her before in the chaos, but it made sense that she was here, and for it Juno was grateful. They could do this together. Chibimoon, her, and all the other senshi that were beginning to dot the crowd swimming in motion and snow.- "On it!" -She cried in response, springing forward to with one arm pitched back, ready to swing forward when she got close enough. She hoped the woman was flesh and not ice, but what were some tattered knuckles if it meant saving the world and serving the Princess.-

-Aurora had missed the oppurtunity to transform, atleast for the moment. But she didn't seem to care about the reprocussions of talking to a senshi, immedately nodding as Europa appeared beside her. She'd need to find someplace to duck out, because this was definately the time for some powered help.-

He'd been betrayed. His highest hopes for something innocent, fragile, and sweet had twisted in a cold queen that he had no liking for and, because of the most crushing betrayal, he hated with all the fiber of his person. The woman – this liar – this …THING had broken his wishes as easily as glass and he had no mercy or forgiveness for her. He had not waited for her. He hated not dreamed of her, wished for her, longed for her. Not only did she trick him, lie to him, make him do her bidding, but she had tested his loyalties to his real queen and showed him to be a traitor.

She'd pay for messing with him.

As the snow shot away, Captain Wolframite stood, fuming hot and clutching his weapon. That …that….(dare he swear?)…..B****! She was going down and in the hardest way possible. He'd break her ribs like porcelain, crush her face with his heel, and slick her bodies into ice cubes. She'd learn to ever mess with him and HIS planet!

"Wrong day to mess with Earth." …….and with me. It could even be said his heart was a little crushed because he would not be meeting the lady of his dreams and, worse yet, that she probably didn't exist.

Kicking off, he moved past stunned civilians and – were those senshi?!!! – and sliced with the precision and focused hatred that months of training and patrolling showcased.

“I told you, you stupid ******** girl,” Tanzanite murmured to herself as she caught up to the scene unfolding, squashing the pleading voice of Aree Cadence like an annoying insect. For some reason, the silly human side of the Negaverse captain still felt some faint twinge of hope that the icy princess might help her. What was left of the voice fell silent, overwhelmed by the agitation Tanzanite felt as she stood nearly side by side with a dozen senshi. Her narrowed gaze, however, was not upon them. After all, what good was it trying to save Earth from their trespassing if the entire world fell under the dominion of Frosty the Snow b***h?

Kill, the arm hissed in her brain, it's tongue creeping out to wrap around a broken brick. It pulled the chunk of rock in and crushed it between unnaturally strong, serrated teeth. Tanzanite leveled the arm at Kaguya, palm open, and smiled.

“Yes,” she murmured, and the tone of her voice was nothing short of affectionate as she spoke to her parasitic youma, “kill.”

Fragments of brick flew out like artillery, the arm shaking violently as it fired them off.