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Cora had expected other kind of reaction to her 'hug attack'. Surprise, anger, maybe panic. But not plain dryness. She pouted. "You're no fun." And then, there was a heel on her toes. Her sockless, shoeless toes. Cora let out a high-bitched whine and hiss. "Owww.... That hurrrrt...." But instead of letting go, her arms ended up squeezing Beni a little bit harder. She was determited to keep him still, at least they had won enough time for others with Themis.

When they had done so, Cora let go. The cat girl took couple quick steps backwards and transformed into her feline form, her huge aura disappearing to almost nonexistent. "Sorry," the cat said silently before running by the side of Themis, using her three uninjured feet. It was not that the lieutenant had crushed her foot badly but it was still aching.

"Themis, could you pick me up?" the kitty asked from the eternal. "So that I won't fall behind.. I'm not heavy."

"He stomped on my toes," Cora made a whimper when the eternal asked was she okay. Her ears turned a bit flat and for a brief moment Cora looked like a kitten that had been in the hard rain. The small feline curled up tightly around Themis arm and held in tightly, careful to not use her claws while doing so. The senshi could feel the cat trembling a little.

Soon she spotted them, couple senshis and the guardian cat she didn't recongnize. "Over there!" she announced while pointing at the direction to Themis with her tiny paw.

"I don't think you listened very well to what I just said," Ganymede countered. He almost rolled his eyes, but thought better of it at the last second and controlled the reaction. Something told him that wouldn't be very well received. "I don't give a damn about any Qu-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. At first, when he saw Kallichore coming up from behind the Negaverser, he thought it was with the intention of ushering the cat and the child away to safety. He didn't expect her to actually grab his assailant, and he stood there and watched, eyes wide with shock and indignation, as her arms went around the boy and his weapon was thrown off target, striking the ground a foot or so to Ganymede's left.

"Kallichore!" he immediately admonished her, grateful that he was now no longer the only one standing between a bunch of kids and certain death, but wishing she could have made her presence known in a different way. "I appreciate the help, but get off of him! I just finished saying how attacking from behind is a coward's move! You're making me look bad!!"

And then Callisto sprinted around them and made a mad dash for her cat, and Ganymede felt his heart lurch in terror and alarm. What was she doing? "Calli-" he started, but cut himself off and the rest faded into a series of garbled grumbles, not wishing to bring any more attention to her than she'd already done on her own. She'd been safer behind him. Now she had to go and put herself between one Negaverse agent and the rest fighting somewhere behind them.

"Page!" he shouted toward the knight who's name he didn't know. "Take them to safety! Kallichore," he said again, trying to make his tone of voice more pleasant this time, "I could use the back up, I'm not very good at this on my own. But I would like to try things my way, and to do that I'd need you to not to grab him and make him look like he wants to rip your face off. I was making progress."

Or he'd at least gotten them to devolve into an "I'm right/You're wrong" contest of wills instead of immediately being gifted with a necklace made of his intestines. That was progress enough for him.

Not fair! was Europa's immediate thought. Teleporting negaversers from the dark side of the planet? Whose idea was this? She squinted against the stinging nettles in the air and reached a hand out for Valhalla. Finding his arm, she clamped a gloved hand around his wrist and hissed, "Stay close to me, ok?"

It was impossible to see anything in this fog, and the temptation to close her eyes was strong but Europa fought it. She was somewhat used to fighting blind, but here it would put her at a distinct disadvantage. Europa tried to keep dragging the page forward, although it was slow going because she wasn't sure who was where in this fog and Lyra and the general were both here somewhere.

She had no sooner thought that than a fist emerged from the fog and clocked her in the nose. There was loud crack! and Europa stumbled backwards, blood streaming down her face. Blinking stars from her eyes, she clamped her free hand to her face and pulled Valhalla in the opposite direction. Clearly, they were not going that way. Europa was not in the mood to engage in combat with an enemy she had been trying to escape.

She stumbled for a bit, clearly disoriented in the fog, and moments later she could see another enemy shadow approaching them through the mist. Although she was not certain if it was the general or Lyra again, Europa just wanted them out of the way.

She unclamped her bloody hand from her even bloodier nose and indicated the shadow. "Europa deep ocean terror!" she declared. (Although it sounded slightly garbled, broken nose and all.)

"Come on!" she hissed to Valhalla, not sticking around to see the results of the attack. The way up ahead seemed clear, and she was going to pull them out of this fog if it was the last thing she did.

"s**t," Valhalla cursed in surprise when the girl called Lyra teleported herself and her friend in front of them again. "What's the point if we can't even run?!" he sputtered, although he quickly shut his mouth and winced at the mist against his eyes, trying to keep them as closed as possible with still being able to see. He didn't see why they were even trying to run if they wouldn't be able to get as far as a block without being teleported in front of.

He let Europa grab onto his wrist. The mist was painful to try and look through. And even then all he could see was, well, mist. Keeping them shut for a second or so before opening them again seemed to help, but then he hadn't seen where in the mist that Europa got clobbered. Heck, he could barely see her next to him. Valhalla almost cursed again, lifting the staff he still had between the two of them and whoever else was hiding in the fog. He'd at least try to hit them next time.

As soon as Europa used her attack, though, he spun to run with her. The faster they got out of there, the better.

"What's the point??" he hissed in her direction. "They're just going to do the same thing, aren't they?" Why not use old tricks if they work? As predictable as it was, it was still very effective.

"Where'd Themis and the others go?" he asked while he could, trying to get a look around as the fog began to clear, waiting for the girl and her friend to appear in front of them again, but this time he'd be ready. He pulled his wrist away from the senshi and fixed his hands like he would for a baseball bat, lifting the staff over his shoulder as if to prepare for a swing. "If they show up, duck." If they didn't, then at least he'd been prepared.

Beginner's luck was an accurate description of what had carried Callisto through whatever it was Ganymede and the black-clad man were doing. The rest of it was a combination of instinct, based on a life spent dodging a man who had no compunctions about smacking her when he felt she needed it, and the fact that Wolframite had no interest in her. "No, I think… I think we should do what Europa said," she whispered to Hesperis. She had to keep being brave, like Tomlin told her to. She kissed the top of her cat's head again and started backing away. "Go somewhere crowded and stop being like this so they can't find us." Europa seemed very experienced, but she looked to Tomlin and Hesperis first. Was she right to trust the girl with the wings on her butt?

"This isn't a game, little girl," said Callisto, which was somewhat ironic because she was closer to the orange-haired girl in age than she was to Europa. She hadn't even hit puberty yet, which just made this all extremely sad, as far as she was concerned. With her cat securely in her arms, she was starting to get antsy again. "Hesperis, I want to go, she said, looking out past Ganymede and Wolframite. "We should go, I don't want… don't want anyone to get hurt."

There were so many bad guys here. Maybe there'd be fewer someplace else.

By the time Ridley found her pen, she really was at the point of not liking what she was hearing. Her initial excitement on a possible new battle to participate and kick some a** in gave way to unwanted frustration. Her orange brows knit together, little hand clutching her orange pen tight. "No s**t," her mouth running into the foul language she often got in trouble with. True, Ridley's choice of words probably weren't the best she could have decided on but they weren't any less true.

With the small group still practically surrounding her, she thrust her hand into the air, the pen held high as she said aloud, "Hygiea Power! Make-up!" The magic and ribbons took hold, circling her until the orange haired girl was replaced by, well, an orange haired girl with a sailor suited uniform with a pink cat plush clutched in the crook of her arm.

Hygiea stood in place, with a hand on her hip, not caring if it really did get anyone else's attention. "We help people, that's why we don't run away when it gets scary." In this form, her words would probably make more sense to say. These were the things she had already began to learn from those she met, "********* and Iris and HugBell say we have to protect people and I don't think running into crowds will stop them. They'll just attack those people trying to find you." That was something that took her a while to realize really, and mostly from watching the Incredibles. Those villains were probably like these and wouldn't stop just because they had run away or were scared... or were young. The Negaverse would probably just get more angry.

And that was something Hygiea would want to avoid. Sure, she wanted to fight. She liked fighting but more fighting lead to getting better and she wanted to get better like Iris and HugBell. More fighting would probably mean her stupid power could get better. And getting better meant protecting people, which was their job and all.

"So, if you want to go... fine." The senshi of herbs stated as pushed past the little group. "I'm calling for back up... that makes better sense." Her senshi phone was in her hands, pulled from .. wherever it came from - she hadn't figured that part out yet really - and she was quickly unlocking it to send her message out to her teammates.

'big fight. lots? of bad people. come help? lol. Hopefully at least one of them would respond.

When it was done, her head turned back. The phone was still in her hand, debating if she really wanted to put some of these guys into her database. But her eyes now were on Tomlin, finally addressing his question. "********* is my cat. And I followed you because cats are awesome! And talking cats are even more awesome." And in her mind, Callisto didn't deserve to cuddle such an amazing creature for being a wuss.