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Sailor Boreas would catch a glimpse of an all-out s**t-eating-grin from his adversary as the hit connected, and it persisted as he got up to face Uranophane anew. "What's the matter, can't take a simple hit?" she goaded. "You senshi are all completely pathetic."

Her arm flew up to block Boreas's next attack, but it was just a split second too late -- it didn't do enough to slow down the blow, and his fists cracked over her head with a satisfying conk!

Satisfying for the senshi, anyway. Uranophane's grin had been wiped clean off.

She gripped her pen in her hand, and lunged forward. She aimed for the face. If she managed to get a hit in, Boreas would be in for an unpleasant surprise: any marks she left would turn into painful, shallow cuts.

Kurma. Marth had seen Kurma and nothing was going to stand in his way. He was going to take that flighty sonofabitch and shake him until he gave up the Guardian of the Cauldron and led him there specifically. But that also meant wading through a large group of children who had no idea in the world what they were messing with. Originally he had the idea that teleporting over in that direction would be an absolutely perfect idea...but there was no response. Their powers had not been eliminated for the General-King felt the power of the Dark Kingdom inside of him as always.

But it had changed. They were playing by someone else's rules and that someone else had to be eliminated before anything else could possibly advance. It was with cool eyes that Marthozite watched a line of Negaverse and senshi be bowled over and put in severe pain by the force of Helios' dream attack. The leopard also seemed tied to this but there were several officers edging in on that front already. Good.

This allowed the African man to unsling the axe from his back and stride down that aisle of bodies. His feet moved with a surety over fallen bodies that were clutching themselves in pain. Some were unconscious. Perhaps some of them might even have been dead but Marth cared little for their fate. He had one goal and even now his world had narrowed down onto that goal.

The axe raised over his head and emerald eyes met gold-flecked ones as he bowed almost respectfully before an opponent. "Good night, Priestess." There were no other words. Just cold calculation and murder behind his face as Marth advanced and swung the greataxe that was as thick as a man's torso and just as long, sharp and deadly as a guillotine. It was time to dance.

Bismuthite's opponents were gone. He scoffed. Hit and run? Not his style. He'd have to catch up with them later. For now, he took a moment to assess his amo - half a vial left. He could get one more go before he'd have to reload. Fine by him. Injuries could be looked over later. He surged back in to battle.




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Bellatrix was holding her own in this fight, though the blood that trickled from the edge of her scalp, down her left temple might have lead one to believe otherwise. It seemed for now she had no opponent, so she took the time to look around at the mess of Senshi and Negaverse agents, trying to find those faces that were familiar.

-Polaris was scared. It was a strange sensation, one she didn't find herself in as often as common sense would dictate she should have been. No metal. Some super powerful attacks being thrown around and a seemingly endless amount of negascum. She needed to quit standing around. Even without her powers she could help right? Though it might not hurt as much as when she had some makeshift brass knuckles a punch would still hurt now.

She set her eyes on the nearest opponent, only to find it to be the hurtling figure of her teammate Europa whipping past before bowling over some poor menshi. She ran over attempting to dechiper how badly, if any Europa had been hurt.-

"Just try not to do anything too crazy. We will be in trouble if you give too much." -An unconcious body was hard to keep safe on a battle field. She didn't even want to think of the possibility of her being swept away by the enemies in that sort of state.-

"But you are strong. You can do such amazing things even without going that far. Give it a go" -Not one, but two thumbsup were shot Chibimoon's way before she pivoted again, digging her heel roughly into the figure that was grasping for his own weapon, attempting to take advantage of her lack of attention.-

Leopard's Eye watched, suddenly confused by the display of sentiment from one of the invaders to the one he had just mauled. His brows lifted, head tilted to one side in the way only someone who spent a decent amount of his time as a feline could manage. He was about to speak as the Senshi of Lanterns came to his aid, effectively distracting Captain Scheelite. He managed to leap out of the way of the obscuring smoke, his narrowed eyes focused on the pair of Captains.

Flames crawled up Itsuki's arms, but his skin did not burn. Not here. Not now.

“Your heart is not yet gone,” he said flatly, “If you care for him, take him from this place. I will give you only one chance. Go, or be destroyed.”

From the way he looked at Scheelite, meeting the Captain's gaze, there was little doubt that he intended to follow through with the attack. At least, he would have, had Marthozite's voice not cut through the crowd.

"Good night, Priestess."

No.

Leopard's Eye spun, and he was off before he could even give full consideration to what he was about to do. For the second time that day, 150 pounds of leopard came crashing into the back of a Negaverse officer, and he wasted no time trying to bury teeth into the back of the General-King's neck.

Orion had no idea what was going on. One moment they were in a tranquil safe place that was supposed to be their new headquarters. Then the next the Negaverse was there attacking them. How the hell did the Negaverse get there? He didn't have time to ask anymore question, the chaos of the battle separating him from his girlfriend and teammates. ********. "Requiem!" He called out for her, too busy searching for the senshi of Burial that he didn't see the senshi of the Deep flying at him. "Oof!" He fell over, all the wind knocked out of him. "It's okay," He groaned, rubbing his chest. Standing up he tried to help Europa up. "You're okay right?" He didn't have time to stand and make sure she was okay, even if she was on their side.

Looking around he finally spotted his overly tall teammate and lifting an arm he called out to him. "Yo, Atlas!" He pushed through the chaos, attempting to not get his brains bashed in. He hoped Alcyone was with the other teen, and then they would just need to find Merope.

"Kill it?"
That brought a grin to his face. A wicked, crazed grin that split across his face. It felt so good to get an order from Zink once again. It really was like old times. Maybe things could still be like old times. Yes, they were captains now, with their own teams to command. But they could still do their thing too. Their thing they had done so well, even when it was harmless little pranks back at good old Hillworth.

The smokebombs were welcome too, a battlefield well known for Scheelite. He had edged forward, ready to dash in and likely beat the foolish Senshi within an inch of his life.

But Leopard's Eyes words struck him, and for a moment he froze in place. His heart wasn't yet gone? It wasn't going anywhere in the first place! The Negaverse was right, was true and any against them were their enemies and needed to be destroyed. For the good of the entire planet.

"My heart won't EVER be gone. It's in the right place, it always -has- been. The Negaverse is my home, my family and I'll be damned if I let any of you invaders take it from me."
Scheelite cast another glance at Zink, still worried for his safety. But he had his orders, both from Zink and of course the overall voice in all of this madness.

"I'll be back..and so help me Zink if you are -dead- when I get back here..."
It was all that needed to be said before the blonde rushed off into the smoke to seek out Arsinoe and introduce him to the electric side of his guitar. Burns be damned.