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"I'm okay, yeah, I'm okay," managed Europa, her head in her hands. The world was spinning, though, so maybe she was lying. She tried to take a step, failed, and, looking around frantically, spotted Sailor Polaris nearby. She reached out and clung to the other girl for support. "Thank god you're here," she whispered to her friend. "I just need a second."

She took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself, then glanced up at the other menshi who'd just joined them. "Oh, hey- you're that guy from the Humane Society."

Sailor Europa was no longer even remotely on-topic; it was entirely possible that she had a concussion. She looked around. The world was mostly steady. "What do we hit next?" she asked.

Petalite was ready for this fight. Well, okay she wasn't really, but she kept telling herself she was. Also that if she got into too much trouble Linarite would save her...she hoped. Observing the battle field she took her time picking out her target. Her blue eyes landed on the group of drunk senshi and she sneered. Of course they would be drunk, senshi had no stomach for battle.

She headed over to the small group, yellow Frisbee in hand. Stopping a few feet away she crossed her arms over her chest. "A party? And no one invited me, how sad." She shook her head, tsking them. "I'll just have to crash it" And with those words she threw herself at the closest senshi who happened to be Aeria.

Her eyes were on Super Sailor Saiph. Corvus was so close and then everything fell into what might almost seem like a slow-motion scene in a bad action movie. Alkaid was lunging at Saiph and Corvus had a split second to think about the consequences in attempting to put herself between the two of them. She could take the brunt of the attack herself and use that as a chance to activate her currently dormant powers or...

The raven-haired senshi wasn't given a chance to contemplate the rest of that 'or', her attention instead drawn to the beast that was Tanzanite; one of the few creatures of the Negaverse that had haunted her dreams, filling her with absolute terror for far longer than the lingering touch of Tartaros had. Corvus had no idea what rank she was now, but there was no mistaking the feel of power emanating from her and that alone was enough to make her pause, enough to make her tremble as a flash of what the last thing she had seen that horrible, monstrous arm do came to mind.

Just when she thought it might devour the senshi it had grabbed, as it had the first one, Corvus was caught by surprise, given only seconds to prepare for the incoming senshi. "********..." She braced herself quickly for the pain that she knew was coming, ready to embrace it just as she would have accepted the pain from Alkaid's attack. Pain meant Vengeance.

Corvus had expected the shock of her body hitting the ground beneath another. She hadn't expected to feel another body beneath her. The senshi was still stunned even after Nemesis was up and off again, taking a moment to turn and see just who it was that she had landed on...

"Eridanus...?" Stunned, but clearly not too stunned. "... I thought I told you to go find Arsinoe." A pause. "... Thanks for catching me."

Blammo.

The punch hit Tanzanite with full force, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. The arm froze almost instantly, barely even slowing before it became completely immobile, the whiplike tongue freezing up entirely. It fell in a loose coil to the ground, moving only when the punch sent a completely paralyzed General Tanzanite toppling over like a tree.

Her expression was nothing short of fury, the blood that pooled in her mouth thick and black, leaking from one corner as she started up at Nemesis, helpless and immobile.

For now.

Her narrowed gaze said what her locked lips could not: Come, Senshi of Decay, and do your worst.

Mere seconds passed after the plastic daggers found their target. Teddy's lips formed a sinister smile. He had absolutely no desire to play with his food this time around. Sailor Iris's punishment would be quick and extraordinarily painful. In fact, he would use every last ounce of strength to beat her down.

"Where's your girly little light bright attack, princess?"

Visions of granduer were quickly dissipated once Metis' attack struck him. Stumbling back, he wasn't aware of the other senshi that was with Iris. Seeing red, Esperite had only been thinking of his revenge on the sailor solider of rainbows. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! He should have known that she had allies within the group. However, momentary blindness soon took hold and he was forced to bring his arms up in defense. This was going to be a rough couple of seconds. Countless other battles ongoing all around them meant he couldn't rely on hearing the two girls. Taking this to heart, he then decided to try and tackle either girl. They couldn't be too far away, right?
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One blow was rewarded with another. Uranophane's clipboard slammed into his head as he rebounded from their push back. Using the brief moment as best he could, he immediately sunk down low the ground and made a notion to use both legs to sweep her off her feet, using both arms as an anchor to the ground. Best case scenario: he could land a hard blow and what was the worst case scenario? He could get the hell away from her!

"It's pity you look so smart, I bet the only thing floating around that head of our's is lies!"

There was some kind of sick, twisted pleasure at seeing Fayalite writhe in pain, in seeing her cry like that. These weren't feelings he usually got, but all bets were off when someone was trying to kill you, it seemed.

"No." He answered simply - the word almost like an anvil against her skull - though now there was the problem of what do to from here. It he moved too much, the attack would cancel - his arm was throbbing, muscles aching in pain already - but if he stayed down on the ground he was probably a dead man.

Too bad the pole made the decision for him, and knocked his arm right out - and, just like that, his attack was gone, as if it had never happened. More than that, the pole stabbed his arm right down to the ground, and Themis learned that there was probably nothing in this world worse than a dull object hitting you with enough force to stab right into your skin.

He wouldn't give her the pleasure of hearing her scream, though. He bit down his lip so hard that blood came out, but he didn't scream. Water gathered at the side of his eyes, but he did not scream. Not a single sound came out, even as blood started to stain the grass right below one dark sleeve.

This was probably it. She had him pinned, literally. His attack was used up, and his attempt to punch her with his valid arm didn't even remotely come close enough.

One quick hit and he was probably done for, unless she decided to make his death a slow one. Unless someone, something, saved him.

His vision blurred under the veil of tears, and yet there was only one thing he could think of.

Bell, im sorry...

I love you.

The smirk on Nemesis' face was something that any person would wish to punch off. It was superior, it was as if Nemesis thought she had this fight in the bag the second Tanzanite toppled back onto the ground. While Nemesis usually would take this time to gloat, she had wisened up to battle just enough to know that this was not the end. This was merely the beginning. "How does it feel?" she purred, leaving the question open to Tanzanite's own interpretation.

How did it feel to have a Senshi above you?

How did it feel to know that if Nemesis had a weapon, she could shove a blade through Tanzanite's chest?

How did it feel to know that you were weak?

Her hand balled up into a fist, and she lowered herself on top of Tanzanite, closing the distance between her enemy and her fist. And she hit her. She hit at her until the very last second that she could, perhaps she tried to hit Tanzanite for too long, because the moment Tanzanite got movement back Nemesis was screwed.

Nemesis was so ******** ******** and she did not realize it.

"I am not ne- agh!" She winced falling to the ground when the elbow dug into her back. Gasping she pushed herself up. "I'll show you a waste!" Yanking her bolero off she threw it at Linarite's face, and threw herself at the other girl again, not caring that she was only in her bikini top and elbow high gloves now. Her fighting style wasn't refined in the least, but it was consistent. She attempted to punch the general in the stomach, wanting to take her down. This was personal now.