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DMS Sansuna - F5

Well that had escalated quickly. Sansuna had made contact with the Negaverse woman as planned, but Swole Guy (she really needed to learn his name one of these days) had dodged into the attack. The blow's follow-through had even managed to send one of the general's daggers spinning to the grass. Not a bad bang for your buck out of one of three uses for an attack, especially one that could explode in its user's face from time to time.

Even better, the agent lifted her hands in a non-confrontational manner while stating she could have her go at Muscles. How accommodating of her. Either she truly didn't care that much or had ulterior motives, but Sylvite did seem to be backing off for now. Unfortunately before the DMS could even take up the offer, several more players took the stage: a blast of sand arced toward the White Moon from what she could only assume was another Dark Mirror like herself, some guy with a stick was waving it at the general she'd half-disarmed, and then there were the bubbles. Aimed at Sansuna herself, no less.

There wasn't much of an impact from the glistening spheres, though it was rather uncomfortable. And they left bruises! No time to gape though, as Wannabe Hulk was already doing his shield thing and surging forward to punch Sand Guy in the jaw. That man had no chill.

Whatever you want to do, do it now. Boss says we gotta get out of here."

Sansuna was impressed that the Dark Mirror could still be concerned about others after a blow that looked like it could unhinge faces, but a quick assessment of the situation changed her target: Beetle Boy against Sand Castle, Weeb against Edgy Chick. That left Bubbles for herself.

"What, magical emo puppet guy? Haven't seen him. I'm not even here on request, I came to beat up this guy. Your face seems pretty good at catching his fist though, try to soften him up for me if you want. I'm about to go and end recess with bubble blower kid over here."

Utilizing Athalia's distraction with beating Tegmine's face in, Sansuna crouched under the man's extended arm and sprang forward like a flash. Low and quick, she'd take the bubble senshi by surprise. No one ever expected her speed, she thought confidently.

"Didn't anyone teach you it's rude to barge in on private fights?" Sansuna grumbled, clenching a fist and preparing to swing it upward as she quickly closed in on Deneb. "I've got a score to settle with Herc over there."

In the last few feet between herself and her target, the Dark Mirror dug her heels into the dewy grass and darted to the side. Planting her feet again, she surged forward from her new angle, clods of soft earth skittering in the wake of her passing. Tensing her core, the senshi of Raiju snapped her coiled fist upward in a savage uppercut aimed at Deneb's solar plexus.

Captain Prehnite - G5 - Engaged with Porcupine - Box got Crowded!

What had become two, became three, became *many* - an overwhelming aurora-borealis of energy. Petals of gold that streaked harmlessly into his gaze, short sighted him enough, like a flurry of snow; left him unable to dodge the shunt of needles that sunk skin deep - hooked into cloth and flesh and *god* if it didn’t burn something fierce - prickly sting of the hit of them. Tugged every time he moved.

“Pray their sharper than that - for when I skin you alive, you quilled **********.” irate like he hadn’t been in an age. Prehnite lashed out, threw his serrated blade at the verbose Senshi before him. Winced for the pain and refused to double over on it - winced for the sudden increase of pressure in the air as more poured in, agent and enemy alike.

He felt accosted on all sides, buffeted by the barrage of others at his senses edge - by the worry he felt for abandoning Hatsya to herself - he hadn’t meant to - it wasn’t supposed to go that way!

Yet it had, yet it was.

Suddenly there were bigger fish to deal with, glowing sharks that screamed danger. Caught sight of it in his periphery and panicked briefly for it - felt like he’d been dunked in ice water - Hatsya going after the small child with the dancing petals - sword drawn —- Ohgod she had a sword - Senshi of them and —-

Transcendent *Knight*, that seemed less than pleased for her actions - <******** - transcended piece of - and suddenly, blessedly, ******** Benitotite?!?

To the rescue. Prehnite could’ve laughed for it all. Cluster of a ******** of the whole of it. Would invite the man to dinner after even, for coming in to their aid. For sidling up to Hatsya and picking up the strings of his failure to lead.

Transcendent Squire Pendour: A2

Pendour’s music had never had an effect on her, which meant her head was clear as she watched the General and the others in the area. She wasn’t sure what was happening, still. She’d seen her magic have intense effects before. It had calmed people intent on chasing her down.

She’d never seen it make someone throw themselves into a magical cyclone, though. It hadn’t been meant to do something like that. She wanted people relaxed, maybe distracted, not so numbed out that they were hurting themselves.

Her ancestor might have thought otherwise, might have been happy about how this was turning out. That though made Pendour’s stomach twist and curl until it was a tight ball in front of her. She stopped the magic right then, and let the hand with the ocarina fall to her side.

At least she didn’t seem upset, or badly hurt, or something? She was laying down, staring at another Squire who had come over. The others seemed okay in their windstorm. Pendour kept her back to them as she padded over across the grass and knelt next to the General. Sumner might think her reckless for that move, but Pendour thought it worth a try. Her starseed was safe, now.

“The magic only lasts so long, but I can do other things,” she said, keeping her voice soft as soft. “Look. Sort of summer day themed, um, beach day themed.”

Rubbing a thumb over her ring, she activated her Aspect. Light shimmered over her skin in soothing waves, as if she was under the sea at this very moment. She waved a hand in front of the General’s face, twisting it gracefully, the way she’d used to do in her ASMR videos.

Sailor Tachibana, Chibi Senshi of Chrysanthemums - G5

Tachibana was completely overwhelmed by what was going on around her. She was scared and confused and she honestly wished she was just at home with her sister. But she was still a senshi and the 12 year old senshi knew that meant she had a duty to fight even when it was scary or overwhelming. Such as when the corrupt senshi summoned a sword and came at her. The senshi of chrysanthemums let out a "meep!" of fright before leaping back away from the older woman. Thankfully a glowing Knight stepped in-between them to protect her.

However before she could even let out a sigh of relief a General had engaged the Knight. Then the Captain said something really scary to the porcupine senshi she had originally come to help after he had shot the officer full of quills. Tachibana brought her kimono sleeve up to cover her mouth and hide her expression as she took a second to think. There was the violent Captain, the senshi attack her, and the General. Unfortunately her magic could only hit one person. She decided to send her petals after the biggest threat at the moment.

"Tachibana Thousand Petal Vortex!" She sent the vortex of petals at the General as she dodged and danced away from the senshi attacking her. She would have to rely on her faster speed and agility to keep her safe.

"Please just leave. Please go back to the Negaverse." She said to the corrupt senshi as she tried to avoid her.

Dark Mirror Eternal Acubens -- B5

Everything happened too fast. One moment she was shielding Rana from attack and the next she was spread eagle in the air. An instant later attacks were flying around her at Scylla and her heart stopped.

No.

Not Scylla.

Acubens recognized pain when she saw it, and Scylla had it in spades. She remembered their one conversation, one that Acubens had utterly botched, and knew that there was so much indescribable pain within her that the Dark Mirror Court triggered. Her attack was not her fault, and Acubens would never hold it against her. The same way she had indescriminently attacked officers when she first came home because of what she had let Bschofite do to her.

"No," she called out once the magic of Scylla's attack faded and she was free. "No, stop it, she's a friend!"

She scrambled to her feet, having been dropped very unceremoniously on the ground, and ran for Scylla, throwing herself between the White Moon Senshi and the attacks she was being thrown.

"Logos, stop the fighting!"

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Dark Mirror Super Sailor Logos -- B5

Logos hadn't been lifted into the air like Miss Acubens and some others had been, but she was still grabbed and crushed by the magical tentacles. She struggled against the thing, but the more she squirmed and fought, the tighter it got. Eventually, she stopped struggling altogether, knowing despite the pain in her ribs, that magic didn't last forever.

When she was finally free, Logos took a deep breath and coughed at the sudden expansion of her lungs. And then she realized what, exactly, was happening. She turned in time to see Miss Acubens throwing herself between the attacking white moon senshi. It was surprising, but Miss Acubens didn't do that for just anyone.

Logos heard her order and nodded, setting her lips into a thin line as she called her magic. Granted, she'd never used her powers on her own people before, but she swallowed the strange feeling and called out her attack. With her helix whip now in her hand, she struck out at the Dark Mirrors attacking Scylla.

Once her magic had done its job, she fell back with Acubens, standing between Scylla and the rest of her court.

"We need to fall back," she said calmly, glancing at Acubens for confirmation. Once she got it, she continued, "we are outgunned and outmanned here. It's too dangerous and too many on both sides want our heads."



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Dark Mirror Sailor Rana -- B5
Rana was horrified. She had just been sitting there. They had all just been sitting there. And then, out of nowhere, this strange Eternal with bizarre tattoos came and attacked them. And she would have been hoisted into the air if it weren't for Acubens who took the attack for her. And then everyone was fighting and now Acubens was defending the woman who had attacked them.

Why?

she had attacked them, and now Acubens was having Logos attack their own senshi, and while it didn't seem like the attack did anything but disorient, it was still strange. She'd never seen Acubens be anything other than protective of her own, and now...

There must have been a good reason. There must have been.

Bellerophon didn't have time to respond to any of the DMS that were there, though he did roll his eyes at the thought of not attacking. He couldn't tell if they wanted the Negaverse to win or not, but they weren't given the time to have a long discussion. An Order Eternal came in and immediately used their powers on them. He managed to get out of the way of one but it appeared that Itokawa had managed to get wrapped by one!

"Breath of Fire!" He said before unleashing it on the tentacle. It had already been chaotic but the addition of the Eternal attacking them had made them a part of the battle rather than just observers.

He hoped that fire would work against a tentacle at least. Enough to let Itokawa go.

From what he could gather it appeared that The Senshi hadn't meant to attack? Whatever. He supposed in this chaos it was hard to tell who was who what with all Chaos powered having darker colors.

General Jet - G1

His eyes narrowed slightly at Faustite’s request, and held the communicator up to his mouth again.

“We’ve got bind magic and fire. We can teleport and grab the Squire, pull back to the treeline, and burn the rest of the park to block pursuers,” Jet said into the communicator as he watched Faustite for his reaction. The last time Faustite had him go over the communicator, he got pissy about it later.

“Depending on how things turn out…” he muttered in response to the comment under Faustite’s breath and glanced over at Cymophane and Albite. Faustite was giving him command over his subordinate? Except that Jet had no idea what this man could do, what his strengths were, his weaknesses, his general abilities. Unlike Cymophane, whom he had no doubt in his mind could easily handle himself against a couple of pages.

He was even preparing to nod to Cymophane to let him know there was no problem with his suggestions. Taking on the older Pages should be simple enough -- but it seemed as though Albite had his eyes on the Super Senshi already.

“His name is Cymophane,” he said in response to Albite calling him spots. Cymophane might have called him Hot Stuff but somehow that seemed a little less condescending. And either way, he was fully prepared to admit his bias for his own recruits over anyone else.

“I don’t care if you fight her,” he shrugged to Albite, and then turned to Cymophane with a nod. “You’ve got the two Pages? I can help wear them down while we wait for General Ashanite,” he offered, thinking it was perfectly reasonable. As long as Faustite didn’t start changing his mind about things.