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Chronos wasn't his princess. She was no more his princess than Black Lady. Granted, Chronos wasn't throwing him off buildings or luring him into a false sense of security either. Still, a resistant part of him did not appreciate being ordered around by her. When others began to move, Sailor Taranis remained still, hands clenched to fists in front of him.

Then his eyes fell on the pale white alien jaw bone, picked clean by the mutated arm of the woman who had nearly killed him.

That was what happened when you let them face you one at a time. You got your head bitten off and consumed. The gore that lay beyond the barrier was some of the worst that Taranis had ever seen, and this was a boy who viewed rotten.com as a fun past time. But that was different. Reading about a shark attack was not the same thing as being attacked by a shark. Thinking about seeing dead bodies up close had not prepared him for the massacre of those crumpled aliens forms.

The image burned into his head, and without a word, Taranis retreated toward where the attack-senshi were. "My attack is ranged," he murmured to no one in particular.

Then something strange happened. The big bad Charonite who Taranis had been told to avoid at all costs was... giving up. He watched as the pale lilac hair began to call the retreat, watched as the other Negas joked with each other in a sea of death. His stomach turned. This surprised him too. Was it... empathy? Sympathy? Taranis had never considered himself to have either in spades. Perhaps it was his senshidom opening up yet another door in his chest to let the light in.

"It's a trick. It has to be a trick, don't trust them." This was an area where Taranis excelled: not trusting. "They're probably hoping we will bring down the barrier so that they can attack us as we're leaving when we don't expect it."

Unlike Sailor Saiph, Sailor Taranis didn't give a damn about the tree. It murdered its children. It turned on its family. It was, you know, a ******** tree. Ominous wafting voice in his head or not, Taranis could not mourn for a tree that was suicidal. And homicidal. It was a murder-suicide basically with a group of senshi bystanders. Whatever barrier this was, he could not believe that it was intended to help them in any way.

Sailor Taranis stood tall, eying the retreating Negaversers. He waited to see some sign of communication, some sign that this was not the final act of their plan for the night. His cellphone buzzed in his pocket. It was Dani saying goodnight. He didn't respond; he was too afraid that he might give himself away.