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Chaos, and not the magical kind reigned in. Holy Titans this was insane and somehow Andronicus hadn't gotten attacked yet. She was literally surprised by this and a little insulted. Was she not of a target enough to be hit? To get any action at all?

Well standing there wasn't going to do it, clearly. So she pushed away from the Princess of the DMC that she didn't know was a princess (having waited for a response) and started moving through the chaos of people for someone to help.

And she found it in Sailor Acuben.

Andronicus lifted up her mace in a peace offering. "Hey, do you need help? I honestly have no idea what's going on... I'm not with the Negaverse. " If nothing else, that was a good starting point and she really hoped the woman wasn't going to deck her.

"It seems easy...assuming I am correct in what little I know and my own assessment." he stated as he looked back to the senshi of prayer. "Remarque didn't mention masks nor did he have one. So I'd say the ones with the masks are the ones we're fighting this evening." he also said it was a member of his own team, a dark mirror senshi, who was being held hostage. So I assume that's the reason for this fight and the ones in masks we're the ones to take the hostage." Which displeased him, even if some of those involved were in fact negaverse agents. He knew not everyone got along, nor could, but couldn't chaos still respect chaos and not go taking hostages? And working with the white moon and their allies! That bothered him greatly; never mind him and the shade queen - that was different. he may have lent his weapon to a knight, several times in fact, but he was not working together with them so much as he was lending someone a real weapon in order to take out a common enemy. This was negaverse agent fighting negaverse agent and working with their natural - normal - enemy!

As he moved through the mass of bodies a senshi, masked, seemingly unaware of him went running by. Ignoring the fact he had a ward with him, one who was such a caring being, his hand shot out and gloved fingers latched around the girls throat in a death grip as he yanked her toward him. With the short distance between his slighter, shorter, frame and the senshi's taller form he brought her down to his level quickly and with cold slate eyes his hand plunged into her chest and almost as quickly it left. Only that the time his hand was inside her body managed to produce a most delightful, in his opinion anyway, sound - a scream. His hand now filled with the senshi's starseed, or rather former starseed, was his prize and her loss - poor thing. He didn't let her just fall to the ground, oh no, he shoved her lifeless body from him and let it hit the ground with a thud that was mostly covered up by the sounds of battle.

He should have, maybe, glanced back to Acrucis but he didn't. Whether because he didn't want to see her reaction or the fact he needed his attention on other things it didn't matter - his attention did not stray to the senhsi of prayer. "Follow me." And further into things he headed. The starseed found it's home, temporary as it was, inside a pocket of his coat as he walked over the body of the fallen senshi who now looked like a normal civilian.




(Beni is open to being attacked by anyone.)

Acubens wasn't ready for anyone to approach her at all. Much less was she expecting someone to approach her and be civil. It allowed her to lower her fists a little and loosen a few of her muscles. Okay, so this was good. Someone willing to use their words and not their fists. Excellent. Acubens actually laughed! She gave Andronicus a sharp clap on the back as she instructed, "You see those senshi with the gauzy overlays? Pull anyone you see fighting them off. Don't hurt anyone unless they're negas. Kick their asses. That's how you can help me."

She was new. She must have been. Acubens could feel it in her signature. So it was still possible to get her thinking the right way about the Dark Mirror Senshi.

"They're my family, you see. They only want to help, even if they are a little misguided. If you could help me save them I'd be forever indebted to you." For real. Acubens would owe this knight anything if she could save just one of her family.

"So what do you say? Wanna save the day for a whole friggin' faction?"

Eyeig the flowers she was no win distrustfully, Chariklo couldn't hold back the yawn that threatened to crack her jaw. Ugh, getting sleepy, not good. So it was with a wolfish grin as Remarque gave her a go-ahead, that she fired off a sort-of rapid salute (completely unironic) and went after the girl, sparing barely a glance for the strange, flowering blond. Remarque could have him. She had other... interests. She also took a cue from the little she'd seen of the senshi's other actions and grabbed a piece of her overlay and tearing it off to tie over her mouth. It would seem that this lot had learned some lessons from the ambush where Dark Mirror and Negaverse had fought together.

With a head shake, she considered her options. Sure, there was tackling the b***h and pounding her face into the ground. Always fun. But she was in the mood for being a little mean. The emotional scars were as fresh and far more painful than the physical at this point. And well, she'd never been good at waiting to act.

"Mobbing Cry!"* she hissed, sending the magic towards the ginger. She had little doubt that some added confusion would probably only make things worse all around, but if she wanted to play catch up and introduce herself all nice, it was needed. Frankly, she just hoped that no one she liked would be in the way since her attack was just a touch un-discriminating.

* = Sailor Chariklo emits a harsh, squawking call that seems to come from more than one throat and it feels as through a small swarm of wings are attacking. Able to perform three time per battle if needed. The attack is now able to encompass 2 to 3 people if they are not standing too far apart (about a 5'-7' radius). The targets are now in danger of being knocked silly as well as painful bruising around the head and shoulders. Also, the wings take on just the barest, tiniest shimmering definition of shape. Attack duration is now 30-45 seconds. Also, should the main target of the attack try to escape, the attack will follow them for about 5 seconds.

The brown and purple senshi sighed in frustration as she reached to tuck her hair back into her hood. Of course his boyfriend would be down there. Things couldn't be easy, for once. She could feel so many power signatures of so many kinds... And so many of them were high level... Had her team gotten themselves into something they couldn't handle?

"This fight would be over if all of your kind escaped, which means the retreat has to start with someone. If they truly care about you, they would rather see you safe than risking yourself going back in." Ida shook her head in frustration and turned to view the crowd, frowning at the jumble of bodies.

"Where is he? I'll help you, if you promise you'll escape once we have him. This whole thing feels so wrong... I hope Tsui and Athene are okay..." It would be a tragedy to loose two of the most important people in her life to something so... Outwardly meaningless. If it had been just the negaverse against the dmc, she might have been content to watch. Too late now.

He knew there'd be some resistance from their enemy, though not so much from their own officers, and Galvatronite tried his absolute best to push his hand forward, but he was no match for Persephone's strength. She outranked him and despite the size difference, her resolve was nothing to scoff at, and it wasn't until he received the knee to the gut that he realized that he might have made a mistake in challenging her. At least on his own...

But he couldn't back down now, even with the pain in his gut from her kick, and her words were like a jagged dagger, stabbing into him far stronger than any kick or blow from her ever could.

"Insubordination? You're nothing but a senshi! You are inferior to us in every way- how dare you accuse me of insubordination?!" He was growing desperate, and as he was still reeling from her kick, he took a jab at her other leg, hoping to knock her off balance so that he could gain some kind of advantage. She was nothing more than a traitor and squandered the beautiful gift that was given to her, and he would enjoy removing her from this world!

Remarque's eyes lingered disdainfully on the Senshi of Gardens, and while he did not physically show it, relief washed through him when the flowers disappeared. He grunted as he pushed himself back into a standing position and took several lung-filling breaths to try and clear his head. Each breath ached and he kept one hand slung across his abdomen, as if that was going to ebb the pain from Thraen's most recent blow quicker. He made sure he was facing the Super Senshi, unwilling to give him an opportunity for another unexpected attack.

"Are you mad?" he demanded coarsely. He had known White Moon Senshi to make bad decision, but so many at once? Who was responsible for this catastrophe? "What are you even doing here—working with the Negaverse. Doesn't that go against the rules of the White Moon or something?"

In a way, he was just buying time; the sawdust and senshi magic had left him a little out of it, but he cracked his knuckles and stood up a little straighter. While he wasn't sure if words were the way to go in the midst of battle, it beat charging straight back into combat. Penthesilia had held him up for long enough; if there was a Dark Mirror Senshi in trouble, he didn't want to keep them waiting. Which meant, he at least needed to make sure he had enough air to cast his magic, and he hadn't exactly had a lot of success with that within close quarters of this guy. "Aren't you worried that you're next on their hit list?"

Ivynian