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Lt. Strengite HP: 8/30
Damage to Pavo: 10

Strengite had planned on pinning the poor girl to the floor and draining her to oblivion before harvesting the sparkly little starseed the jingle master owned but that was not to be, at least not right away. She had cleanly tackled the order freak into the door, a maniacal grin flashing across her lips at the squished look on the other woman's face before focusing back at the task at hand.

They were both upright, sort of, so no pinning to the ground for Strengite, instead she did her best to hold the squirmy little senshi still but between her fighting and a few stupid cattle who decided that their fight wasn't important enough not to interfere, Strengite lost her hold. The curvy woman stumbled back and turned just enough to growl at the stupid human who had gotten in her way, her split attention was enough for the girl to get a solid kick in. "Well too bad," Stringite threw a punch at the girl's side with a hiss, "You're stuck here Jingle Jangle."

Richard Bell || HP: 15/15

Richard had been hiding for what felt like days, curled into a very tiny space in that dark corner of the hidden part of the theater. His legs ached from being unable to stretch, but that was easily ignored when compared to the overwhelming need to get up, to see what was happening. A lot of the activity had moved somewhere else--he kept hearing a commotion about the doors--and he hadn't seen Encke in a while. He had to trust that Encke would be okay, but that didn't stop the worry from eating at him. He was hearing shouts, yelling, people attacking other people, and he hadn't seen Encke in a while. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened them again.

What if he stood up and Encke saw him and got distracted and got hurt?

So he better not just stand up like an idiot, was the obvious reply.

Richard gave a long exhale, rolling his body sideways carefully to extract himself from his hiding spot. His feet tingled as bloodflow returned to them, but Richard was already on his knees, pressed against the side of the pit. He took a second to look around, making sure no one was immediately on top of his location, and stretched himself upwards. He did not stand up fully, or even really at all. More of an exaggeratedly tall kneel, braced against the wall of the pit. It was just enough for his eyes to clear the level and be able to look around. He could see immediately that it looked like just about everyone was pressing for the doors. There were other people in bright outfits, now, not just Encke, and Richard kept a peripheral eye on them. His peripheral eye got better once he remembered to put his glasses on. He cautiously kept a hand over his eyes. It looked like he was sheltering them from the sun, but more accurately he was keeping the metal frames from catching the theater lights. Now where was--

Oh.

There he was.

Richard froze, watching as an attack from the person Encke was fighting left red spreading on his side. It was through incredible force of will that he did not get up, did not shout, did not run to him, and it left him shaking where he half-knelt. He whipped his head from side to side, trying to think of anything he could do. He had promised he'd stay safe, his memory reminded him, but surely this was an extenuating circumstan-

He didn't know what "Full Ionization" really was, but he did notice the sparks and everything that came with it.

Richard glanced furtively towards the backstage area he could just barely see from his position, where he could see what looked like the outlines of props piled up back there, but he didn't move for them. At least, not yet. He looked back towards Encke and his opponent, knowing intellectually that there was nothing he could do right then that Encke could not, himself, accomplish. Instinctively, however, he still needed to do something. Richard decided, then, that if he couldn't run out and help Encke directly, he'd at least grab something from backstage in case any of the fighting came his way. He just had to be careful about it.

Then again, there were music stands scattered around him from where the musical accompaniment had abandoned their places when the commotion started. Those would work reasonably enough, he guessed, and he reached for a couple. Better than nothing, and it didn't require him to leave cover...

General Benitoite: 37/60


He knew senshi magic was rarely as innocent as it seemed, though it was nearly always innocent when it came to chibi senshi. Older senshi seemed to have painful, or in some way really annoying, magic which could render a person weak very quickly. This wasn't any exception it seemed, no surprise there. He was too close to avoid the others magic and he soon found out just how nasty this particular senshi's magic was.

The popping and crackling sound was a warning, he knew it was, and yet he wasn't able to get away fast enough. Even teleporting he doubted would have been fast enough to avoid what hit him. At first it looked like little purpleish blue sparks but he knew they weren't so innocent - not with them hitting him. They were hot - too hot and the shocks hurt, more than a static electric shock would. Yelping as he was hit he drew back trying to gain some distance even as the assault continued causing him pain. Even through his uniform, which was rather thick, he could feel the pain and the heat and feel it burning him under his layers of clothing.

Holding onto himself he continued to back away. his weapon for the moment dropped onto the ground. He would handle this one...he'd attack him soon enough.

It wasn't until the attack was over, and he was sure he'd been needing some burns tended to by his cousin when he got home, that he made his move. Summoning his fallen weapon to his hand he managed a pain smile. "Naughty, naughty little senshi...my turn now." And he threw his weapon like a javelin - right at the senshi.

Corrupted Guardian Cat Katya: 30/30


"On it." Nodding her little head, the little crown she wore nearly falling off her head, the guardian cat would mask the corrupted senshi's aura. It was an easy task for her since it was just the one senshi, the General hadn't asked her to cover anyone elses aura so she wasn't going to. She knew the more she covered the harder it would be, and she had a limit. She wasn't going to use more energy than she had to, not right now, she might have to beam someone in the face so it was best to conserve energy right now.

"Noctua...are you alright? Benitoite will want to see you after this mission, to make sure you are ok." And to perhaps offer her a place to spend the night and sleep, once he found out she was injured. he would no doubt mother hen her once he saw her. She had fought well, of that Katya was sure, but a good fighter or not it didn't help when severely out numbered which Noctua no doubt had been.

Surprised to be grabbed up by the corrupted senshi, who did seem rather injured, the guardian cat moved about till she was at least comfortable in her confines. She may not like it, she didn't like being grabbed up suddenly and tucked into peoples cloths, but she was going to at least be damn well comfortable while confined. Being low down to the ground had not helped much with the smoke so she was glad to be away from it, and to feel fresh, cool, air against her little dark nose. It was a welcome thing, she had been close to choking and coughing, that General sure did pour out a lot of smoke and she wondered if it bothered him personally at all....or if it ever could.

"Of course." She spoke up once free from her confines. "I'd change form if need be in fact." Though she knew it would just give her a bigger aura, not that she figured it mattered in the sea of auras right now, but she'd settle at the moment for beaming the knight in the face.

Once she was on the ground the russian blue took off towards the knight, Alhambra, and it took some focus but she did manage to shoot a little kitty beam right at his head. The aim part was...well interesting. She'd only done this once or twice before, so it was still a bit new for her, it also left her tired and on little wobbly paws. She really didn't like that, and wondered if changing forms might help alleviate that some.

Corrupted Super Ceraskia || HP: 29
Damage to Cybele: 14

It took attention off Faustite and the other corrupt, split it, and The senshi of scorn watched on as the huntress set her magically altered sights on her own ally, rage manifesting in the form of a curled knuckles in an order senshi's cheek. It was exactly what she'd planned for, but the magic faded quicker for stronger targets.

The punch was sudden and startling, and Ceraskia felt her head snap to the side with the impact, entire body stumbling back a step as she clung to her balance to stay on her feet. Down could mean death, and that was simply unacceptable.

She recovered quickly, training and conditioning demanded it, and charged in as the last dark starburst cleared her vision. A pivot, petite figure turning to one side, and she cupped one hand against the other to add force to the elbow she drove up against the senshi's sternum.

Captain Faustite: 45/45 HP
Youma: 30/30 HP
Damage to Cybele: 9

Magic turned about, and Faustite watched on as the senshi of the hunt recovered her senses. That ire turned to the immediate distributor of the attack, and Ceraskia rose to engage. Would that nearest recipient hold her attention henceforth? Faustite would test it.

The shot, however, was much too risky to reach the senshi without lighting up his ally. Faustite ordered his youma away from his smoke, which soon faded, and in another gesture ordered it to fire upon their enemy. The senshi of the hunt would feel it, surely, but would she know to avoid him for the time until the ink evaporated? He doubted it. What shot was the last of the squid youma's reserves, however, relegating it to a grappling role at best. At worst, a liability in how dusting it might affect the captain.

Ceraskia trained enough to know the risks of immediate vicinity with her comrade; Faustite wagered she knew when to step away -- assuming his youma's aim was true. As it demonstrated before, its aim did not always strike mark.

Lt. Strengite HP: 0/30 --and she is out for now as well--
Damage to Pavo: N/A

Strengite grinned when the girl fell at her feet, she didn't even hear the senshi say anything. She just saw a battered foe unable to move or fight back at her feet, one that she could easily siphon energy from before yanking her starseed. As tempting as it was to kick the goodie goodie she would much rather drain the twit while she was curled up like the wounded bug she was. The curvy lieutenant silently praised herself as she bent over the senshi, her perfectly manicured fingers reaching out to empty the girl of every drop of energy Strengite could draw from her, it never even crossed her mind that the senshi might have been faking it. That the girl could be laying a trap.

That was why the punch to the throat had been such a surprise. Strengite reared back, her own hands coming up to her damaged windpipe, as she desperately tried to breath. It was like she was inhaling sand or fire. It hurt. ******** did it hurt. It hurt so badly it nearly made her go cross eyed. Strengite coughed and choked, her body refusing any action other then desperately trying for a full lung full of air which caused the negavers agent to choke more. "This. Isn't. Over," She rasped out between coughs even as she stumbled away into the crowd.

She needed water... air... pain killers? Strengite knew she needed something but wasn't even sure what but right then all she could do was slip into a empty seat and try not to hack up a lung as her body did it's best to keep her breathing to the detriment to her windpipe.