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Azzo's eyes turned towards the Ice princess while he waited for Aurora making almost an inaudible epp, as the ground started to crack, "Ohh... this is not good." He said as he formed a snowball as fast as he could, pitching it at the lady, obviously his current and only means of fighting the ice-witch.

He hoped she'd heard him among all the commotion, he could at least use the extra help in digging up weapons. "I feel like there's a tongue stuck to a flag pole joke here..." He muttered trying to make a bad situation sound at least somewhat funny.

Tinsel twirled in place, dodging attacks as best she could, although she wished she was more powerful to better protect her Princess. Luckily, Snow Princess Kaguya was an amazing fighter and she was doing just fine on her own. Of course, that didn't mean she didn't feel horrible about not being able to do much for her.

The snow dancer frowned angrily at the people yelling and throwing attacks at her Princess, disgusted that they would dare open their mouthes to her Princess that way!

"Her Highness is most beautiful!!" the dancer insisted, sticking out her tongue at the little girl. Her Princess wasn't all red and blotchy and colored strangely, but majestic and bright, like a fresh snowfall! Tinsel was about to open her mouth to continue defending her Princess, but quickly shut it, feeling like she was stepping out of place. She drew back a bit, bowing low to the princess in apology for her pervious outburst, before lifting her hands to use some more of her magic to try and heal her.

Despite all of the gusts of bone-chilling wind, somehow the boomerang managed to sweep in, touch the target, and then came whipping back to the feathered senshi's hand.

"Sh*t... it actually worked?" Iris sounded surprised, but that mostly had to do with the fact that she was, indeed, surprised. Using the yellow piece of wood to shield her eyes, she glanced to the spot she had just attacked. The ice b*tch didn't seem remotely affected, and in fact seemed to have only done a lot more damage to the attackers. And apparently had an issue with being called not beautiful.

"Eh... Somehow I can't say I'd find some b*tch who'd probably melt in a normal temperature room beautiful... she'd probably melt..." The Senshi of Rainbows chuckled a bit, as if trying to lighten the mood, but was honestly just musing for musing's sake.

Once more, she threw that boomerang into the fray, hoping that the first throw wasn't merely stupid luck.

Chromite had been lucky that first time around that she'd been late to the party and had thus managed to escape the large chunks of hail for the most part. So when she'd flung herself, hands and nails first, at the frozen imposter she hadn't really thought much about getting hurt herself. There was one thought on her mind - Turn that b***h into a tasty looking snow cone.

Now with the piercing appearance of not one, two, or three but four icicles sticking out of her body in rather uncomfortable places. There were two in her shoulder, like a sort of frozen 'hero' shot, one had wedged itself into her right arm, and the fourth was sticking out of her lower ribs. It could have been the cold and she could have been in shock, but Chromite was fairly sure that nothing too serious had been impaled. Yet.

Falling back she dodged and ducked past attacking senshi and civilians, past her own fellow soldiers for the Negaverse and a silent part of her smiled as she searched for any sort of debris she could chuck at the snow flurry of a woman above them. The thought crossed her mind that she could simply break into a car and drive it straight at Kaguya, but the idea of hurting so many people on the one night they were actually all working together for the sake of the planet ... Well, maybe another time. Instead she managed to find the jackpot of all garbage cans- One with all of the remainders of holiday parties that had turned into charges of disorderly conduct and public indecency and she grinned.

Chromite grinned like the cheshire cat and hummed as she created makeshift bombs from the half-full bottles of booze that hadn't been swiped by the local bums and swiped matches and lighters belonging to the civilians nearby. They were too busy fighting for their lives or running in fear to miss something so trivial anyway.

Then she let them fly. "Pick on someone your own size, Yeti Queen!" Not that Chromite was even close to being 'the same size'...

Yeesh, the Ice Princess seemed to Desma to be acting like a teenage girl at the Seminary, belittling others because they insulted her looks.

As if on cue Gomeisa stepped up beside Azzo, trying to get a better view of the icy b***h and her terrible little snow dancers, now she was even more pissed at the little creature that had interrupted her smoking days earlier. Damned little ice dancers.

"Looking to try it out, Flick? I triple-dog-dare you," she laughed, thinking of the movie A Christmas Story, the scene where Flick presses his tongue to the lamp post. There was something of a thrill being able to speak to someone without them knowing your true identity, Batman had the right idea, smack talk was awesome. She flashed the boy a grin.

Her moment was cut short as the earth shifted beneath her feet, she leaped back as a small cluster of icicles came out of the concrete. Lucky for her this also dislodged another large piece of concrete.

Taking it in both hands she lurched it toward the ice b***h.

"Holy crap. What the hell is going on?!" Paris continued to curse, looking around for somewhere, anywhere, to hide. There wasn't much -- some benches, the Christmas trees at each corner of the square, a couple of side streets -- and it was difficult to wade through the huge amount of people that had gathered, especially when they were hurling s**t left and right.

Who were these people? Even he -- who didn't pay attention to the news -- had heard there were terrorists wandering around the city causing trouble, but he'd never actually seen one. Were these people it? They sure dressed oddly. Weren't they cold wearing skirts in this weather? And if they were the cause of all the mischief happening in the city, did that mean this was their fault, too??

Bastards.

Over all the noise around him, Paris could hear the insane ice woman barking in offense. Because someone had the nerve to say she wasn't beautiful? She wasn't. She was hideous. And scary as hell. He wanted out of here and he wanted out of here now. Paris was many things -- sassy, snobbish, vocal, tough -- but he was not and had never been brave in the face of a physical attack. He could watch other people fight with no problem, but as soon as he was drawn into it, he fled.

The ground cracked beneath his feet before he could get very far, tripping him up and causing him to stumble. He scraped his palms along the ground, the shoulder of his jacket ripped from one of the icicles. Paris winced and hissed, wishing he had something else with which to retaliate. At least some of these terrorists had actual weapons to attack with. He had nothing.

Searching around for anything that may help, Paris grasped onto a nearby icicle with his bare hands and flung it at the... monster. It was about the only thing he could think to call it ******** you, you ugly son of a b***h." How dare she make him injured himself??? He was much too delicate for these sorts of things...

Pomona noticed that Sinon had arrived and was about to go join her when she saw a suspiciously small Senshi draw the wrath of the Ice Queen. Big sister instincts kicking in, Pomona made her closer to the little Senshi as quickly as she dared. She’d finally gotten used to fighting in heels, so of course life had to throw a curve to her by making hr try to fight in heels in the snow.

Lieutenant Mica was also late to arrive at the scene. Having never obtained a snow globe, she wasn’t aware of the snow princess’s impending arrival. She had, however, noticed the change in weather, as well as the concentration of Senshi and Negaverse power signatures in the direction of the Town Square. Upon arrival, she spied the problem immediately: a freaky looking icicle woman and an ice cube throne. Mica disapproved; the only person that had the right to sit on a throne was Queen Beryl. She wasn’t about to try getting close enough to the alien to hit her, so throwing things at her would have to suffice. Picking up a glass bottle, she lobbed it at the fake princess.