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“Thank you” Athene told the other dark-haired senshi (Pasiphae) as the frog monster poofed into dust. The other senshi (Albireo) seemed to have finished her fight with the blue-haired man and the bead senshi thought he caught a glimpse of her ducking further into the fray.

There didn’t seem to be any more monsters close by so Athene instead moved closer to the door, doing his best to not look in the direction of the dead hippie – well what was left of the hippie at any rate. “We need to get the door open” he said quietly more to himself than to anyone around him. If the door was opened then maybe it would give the civilians an escape route. He was not going to think about the fact that his cousin was one of the civilians trapped somewhere in all of this madness.

[Current HP = 47]

So the wannabe menshi had some balls after all. Most negavermin did but Castor had to hand it to the punk, for being a fake and probably somebody's b***h, (Castor bet the Queen's), he wasn't backing down. That took some guts. Hopefully guts Castor could choke him with, (and hope Lina didn't find out).

The chair knocked him solidly and he almost ended up stumbling backwards. Saving grace was the buttwings, making the s**t he did bump into not hurt as much as it could have. Standing up right Castor cracked his knuckles. "Thanks but I think I'd prefer to stand. Easier to pound your sorry s**t in you-"

Oh god was it just try to ******** over the senshi day? Chibimoon was going down. He was too far to help her. ******** he was supposed to be a prince goddamn it. Top teir god mode. And he wasn't going to be able to save the one senshi who perhaps was their guiding hope for the return of Serenity. But of course, he'd underestimated chibimoon.
When he saw the glow and the winged bow he almost didn't think it was possible. Did Chibimoon need defending now? Aw hell naw. Girl was going to kick some a**. "Show em how a real senshi fights Small Lady!" Of course he had his own nedavermin to deal with.

Now while pounding some lieutenant's s**t in would have been fun, there were bigger issues at hand. That bigger issue being youma that decided to sho up and ******** up everything "******** you have got to be kidding me." The youma would turn a small scale crisis into a slaughter house. Looking at Realgar he hissed. "I'll kick your s**t in later d**k licker."

Running over to the elephant youma, Castor jumped on top of a chair, "HEY CIVILANS, WANT TO KNOW WHO KEEPS YOU SAFE AT NIGHT?" It time to kill a youma b***h dead. His Tiara had returned to him and now it was "Castor Tiara Magic!" Round two. Only this time, the tiara didn't just hit, it sliced clean through the youma, exploding it into a cloud of fine dust. He smirked as several civilians he knew (Oh those lovely ladies from his we super senshi in the red light district) managed to escape.

Returning to face Realgar, Castor smirk widened. "Now where were we? Oh yes." He jumped of the chair right at the nega agent, fist held out for one lovely punch.

((Castor HP: 158
One hit kill for the Elephant youma.
Attacking Realgar))

Tran-man hadn't done REalgar any favors with his returned attack, and Realgar grunted as the fist slammed into him, knocking the wind out of him as well as any retorts he might have had about his sexual preferences. An different nega might have taken the chanced to try and back away, lick his wounds, but Realgar... Realgar tended to continue until he was physically incapable of it, and backing down from a SENSHI. The same bastards who had tortured Bismuth... that wasn't happening.

"Safe?" He grunted, as he caught his breath. "Shits like you who ******** TORTURE people don't keep anyone SAFE. ******** Sick BASTARDS."

He swung a furious punch in return, and with it wishes that every last one of them would develop an excruciating, slow gut rot from some strange new undiscovered parasite. A lethal gut rot... and just for Tranny the Wonder Bird... maybe while he was fantasizing the guy's d**k would fall off, since he seemed to be obsessed with everyone else's. Guy was probably so far in the closet he could have tea with... what the ******** was the Satyrs name? Dumbass? Numbnuts? T-something..... who the ******** cared. Punch the ******** Senshi.

HP 14
EP: 63

Sailor Nyx was trying to calm the crowd, the effort largely unsuccessful -- if she wasn't flat-out repelling civilians, then they were shoving past. A pink haired girl among their ranks almost went down, but surged again with a blinding light. Somewhere inside, from the same place that told her that these false senshi were Negaverse agents, a feeling whirred with the importance of the act. Another senshi with soft blue tentacles among her ribbons was not faring as well.

The sudden appearance of hellish monsters was a shock of a different order. Does the Negaverse do this a lot?! It pushed her over the edge from desperation to determination. Pene was hurt by the Negaverse. Someone, for sure, had died already. She stopped acting like a citizen and began acting like a soldier.

Sailor Nyx lept at the nearest youma (werewolf) and struck with her fist, only noticing the small senshi of coal nearby after the thing struck back.


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The Squire of Mars was trading blows with monsters and Negaversers at every moment that wasn't spent herding civilians towards the door.

Then he noticed Sessrumnir, a follower of Jupiter, being assaulted by the General Painite. The general was injured, certainly, but it was the wounded tiger that could strike the most fiercely. Compelled to offer backup, the squire muscled his way over and brandished his ornate boomerang.

"Hey lady, you've caused a lot of trouble tonight, but it ends here!"

"I guess I just like to poke tigers," he thought.

(Sailor Nyx is attacking the werewolf youma.
HP: 125 - 16 = 109
Youma HP: 80 - 97 = 0

The disposable Squire of Mars is charging Painite, but no dice/just rp.)

Phina had not expected to be hoisted into the air, by the monster which had come after her, but that's where she was currently was being shaken like a rag doll.

She beat her fist against the youma, kicking despite her being suspended in mid air and shaking. It didnt matter, all that matter was that this ridiculous creature put her down.

"Put me down immediately," she shouted though it hardly sounded as she being shaken as she was. Still she screamed, kicked and beat on the youma, if someone defeated the youma she would be unceremoniously dropped.

Everything was a blur of chaos around her. It reminded her vaguely of the last town function that they had crashed, nearly a year ago to the date. The Halloween Ball had been a smashing success if you liked eating living cake and experiencing all four seasons inside while the building burned down.

The giant burst of energy turned her head, and she was proud to see glowing white buttwings on another of their rank! Couldn't have come at a better time really, all the help they could get was needed.

Actually, compare to that fiasco this one was nearly tame in comparison. Several youma joined the fray, but Perseus was more interested in Painite and everything going on in that direction. That's when she saw 'Sailor' Osum near Painite and decided to try and cut off her backup. "You don't deserve to emulate us." Perseus snarled before launching herself at him fists first. By now she knew how to throw a fairly decent punch, but she had to admit that even though she was of a higher level than him, it was intimidating attacking someone so tall.

[Attacking 'Sailor' Osum-Osumilite
Current HP: 90]

Well, that was new. In her everyday life, Sailor Nyx had been kicked, bitten, and stepped on by horses at the barn and even popped herself with more bowstrings than she would admit to. Yet, it didn't really compare to being slashed at by a demon-creature. GO FIGURE.

Her inexperience showed: Sailor Nyx took the blow badly, slamming into the ground in a lump.

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"Big talk for someone in your place," the Squire of Mars snarked, sizing up what was left of General Painite as he drew closer. Normally, as a Squire, he wouldn't confront her so directly, but having allies nearby and the extent of her injuries made him cocky.

The fingers wrapped around his boomerang traced the markings etched there deftly -- he had already used his magic twice, and another was impossible. Once he was close, a spear would be useless anyway, he told himself, and moved to block the oncoming weapon with the valley of his own.