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A moment before his lantern struck the captain in the head he caught sight of the blond head. The force of the blow catching him unaware almost knocked the lantern from his fingers and he cursed as the metal bit into his skin. There would be some nasty bruising from that.

His glee at cracking the negaverser over the head was short lived thought. Something, or at this rate some one, did something stupid to the gravity and all of a sudden he was tipping on his little wooden sandals.

He might have saved himself and not fallen on his face on a good day. Today wasn't a good day.

Scheelite's hand connected with his arm and he was pulled with the captain toward the force. "God damn it let go of me you b*****d!" With hsi free hand he took aim at the captain's arm intent on slaming a fist into it to make him let go.

Orion whipped around when his teammate yelled for him to look out. Oh shi- and then he hit the ground, feeling like he was getting pressed into the earth. <********, man, you can't warn a guy when you're going to do that?" He ignored the fact that Atlas had off handedly warned him and attempted to crawl out of the gravity field.

Bellatrix came to the rescue of the Senshi she didn't even know, attacking Scheelite.

"Amazon Chakram!" (Paralyzing attack, basically) The golden ring of energy was sent flying towards the Negaverse agent, and there Bellatrix stood, spear clenched in two hands, stance strong and ready for a fight. Aside from her attack name, she said nothing, a silent 'fight me' in her blue eyes.

To Arsinoe she said, "Go. I'll take care of this one."

When Mica arrived, she had not immediately jumped into the fray, instead observing for a brief period of time before walking around the edge. Everyone was so engaged in their battles that she was able decipher where she felt she was needed most. Esperite was engaged in a fight with two Senshi, one of whom had a familiar feathered butt; Iris. Deciding to even the odds, Mica invited herself to join.

" Ridding Earth of alien parasites." Mica called to Iris, trying to distract her for Esperite.

Pomona saw Themis, a fellow Basterd, pinned to ground and immediately pivoted on her heel. Making her way to his side, she intended to pull free him from whatever was pinning him and help him get up. Failing that, she could at least prevent him from being kicked while he was down. Hopefully, anyway; Pomona wasn’t known for being optimistic at times like this.

And with that simple stab, the sound was gone. The pressure in her head STILL feeling the after tones as the remembrance of what once was bounced around in her skull. She swayed a little, still pinning down the arm with the pole. She was now leaning over the senshi, hate shining through her own veil of tears from her encounter with his attack.

The headache she currently had, did not help her mood at all.

"You sonnovabitch...." She said, rearing back her free arm, fist now balled, and sending it smack down into Themis's skull. She so was going to punch this ******** SKULL in... She pulled her arm back to punch a second time...

Only to scream out in pain, as a bolt of light hit her arm between her elbow and shoulder, strong enough to make her fall backwards.

Charging towards Themis was a small feline, a brown and brown feline with a star collar around her neck. The star on her forhead glowed briefly from the attack before shimmering back into its normal blue color. "THEMIS" She cried out, cats knowing senshis names. Without a moments notice, she asked the senshi for his henshin pen.

Fayalite on the other hand,,, attention back. just STARED at Themis. He had a cat on him.

A cat.

Fayalite did not LIKE cats.

This one just ******** zorched her with some sort of attack. her arm smelt oddly of burning flesh... but HELL its a CAT. She was so allergic to cats if one got close enough to her she would have to go to the hospital.

There WERE no hospitals here. "Ill be back for you, you little s**t!" Without much more notice... Fayalite fled from the tiny felid.

Chloe on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to the rest of the fight. Themis had handed her the pen from the subspace... concentrating, if anyone around them out notice.

Themis was glowing brighter than a christmas tree in winter.

Castor had expected paradise. He'd been in awe the moment he had righted himself in the land he'd never known. Had this place been mentioned before? Maybe, he didn't remember, he couldn't recall. A smile reached his face as he thought for a brief while that 'this was a place we could be free'. A place untouchable to the negaverse. A place he'd dreamed of. It was a selfish, selfish thing to consider. His own personal desires and wishes coming forth as he took in the landscape. Green and blue and white and gold and-

All good things must come to an end. Like his dream had been crushed by reality, so was his selfish desires as the order was to leave to given. But from crushed dreams, came a rage. They were here. Here of all places, the land chibimoon had inherited. Who were they to claim this world belonged to them? He was born on earth, he was fighting for earth. He loved a woman of earth. Why was he supposed to leave? ******** that. They killed innocent people. They killed those they claimed to protect. Castor's rage boiled. Logic twisted in his ming. He found himself once more returning to those dark places, the places he forced his heart to go.
The places his mind were forced to, the thing that enabled to take that final step he'd never taken with nealite. The thing he should have done a year ago.

It was the place he went when he wanted to kill.

Castor's scream came out ragged and broken as he charged forward, grabbing a lieutenant by the face and calling out his eternal attack. Heaven's fury covered his fist in ice. open palm was no different. Spikes that normally covered the surface of a fist covered his hand, shooting into the skull of the officer like daggers. Blood and gray matter flowed from the holes left behind as the senshi of hail removed his hand, blood and gore already splattering onto the once pristine while of his uniform.
It was the first death, brutal and fast, unmoved by age or gender. It was Castor, the killer, Castor the senshi who had finally accepted his role in a war he never truly wanted. A senshi who swallowed his hopes and dreams to keep himself alive and keep those he loved safe. Looking for his next target, the hail senshi saw her, violet hair whipping as she was beating attacked by Nemesis.

Tanzanite filled his vision. "STINGING STORM!" A volley of hail lead the path to his hated enemy. To the girl he'd once though to be human.
Castor was going after Tanzanite.

Things happened quickly, it seemed. One minute Scylla was about to say something to Chibimoon, the next a faintly familiar figure was talking to the senshi, telling them to get out. Get out? She found her way to the grouping of the Blood Moon Court, luckily not far away from where she was standing with the pink-haired Princess. Get out, Helios (she recognized her now) had said, and Scylla wasn't quite comfortable with the warning. Then again, some warnings came too late. In the distance came the Negaverse, blood boiling for battle. Their ground? Sacred ground. What was Elysion? And why did the Negaverse so willingly fling themselves forward into this combat? In theory, it didn't matter why. They were coming, and they were going to kill every last man, woman, animal and child on the senshi side of the field. They were armed with weapons-- swords, axes, knives, pens, pencils, whatever they identified with their own twisted power. The Negaverse was coming, en masse. She'd seen it before, the night that the 'Doom Tree' had sacrificed itself. They had come as an army once before, led by other leaders than now, though a few faces may have been the same.

Scylla could feel the lure of combat in her veins. She'd been a warrior once, not a scared little girl. She'd been something... someone... else. And now that world was dead. The people she'd fought for, the people she'd loved. Was it true, she wondered briefly. Was she... were they... No. She wasn't, and the senshi weren't, and the Negaverse was wrong, and they were killing, and hurting, and there was already the stink of blood in the air. Scylla flung herself forward mostly before she could think about it, ducking around a few people, eyes scanning the field to see where to go first. Europa was nearby, leaning on someone else. Albali was nearby, and the two of them together could be a nasty surprise for the Negaverse.... probably... elsewhere Nemesis was taking on the meanest mother effer that... Scylla recognized. That was the purple-haired monster who had eaten one of the Tree-babies. Who had EATEN her, with that monster arm, and all she looked now, was meaner. And there was Linarite, who she owed a good beating too.... And there was Serandite, who she owed a death or two too. There was the redheaded girl who a** she was going to kick, until Virgo had stepped in.

Virgo, that traitorous meaniehead. Really, where was Scylla to go first? So many people to kick the hell out of, and she had no idea if she could do it all at once. But careful. She had to be careful. She couldn't just rely on her senshi magic, not here. Too many enemies. She cracked her knuckles, and prepared to make herself a target.

But Scylla took care to remember-- You had to drag your prey away from the group.

And Bellatrix stood there, waiting for it to wear off. She wanted to fight, not slaughter a defenseless victim. At his words, she gave a bright smile, "Try me." she replied back.

With that, she got into some semblance of a fighting stance, spear at the ready, and expression once again serious, though there might have been the faintest hint of a smile. The Amazon Warrior, who wasn't normally this in to fighting, seemed to find herself much more inclined to fight, even enjoying it, when surrounded by an army. It was almost reminiscent of something long, long ago. That smile faded a little when Arsinoe disobeyed.