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He pushed out of the water, gasping and coughing hard as he forced the water out and felt like throwing up then and there. Water blinded what one good eye he had and he was relieved to just be able to push himself up and stand. He needed distance. He needed to run and get his vision back in time to fight. Already he summoned his weapon, the long chain materializing into his hand as the other covered his mouth as he coughed and gasped. It was while he was struggling to move that he felt a hand brush against him, and reeled back in alarm but enough to let Boreas snag his eyepatch. It yanked and as Wolframite stumbled back to get away from any close injuries to his face, the patch was taken off.

It was, as the boy thought, not a wound. It was simply a pure black eye. It was nothing special, did no tricks, and was if anything, a clear handicap. It was that act of taking it, getting this close, that angered the Captain, and glaring, he whipped his weapon into an arch to let the daggers at the end slice down, whipping water behind them.

Touching moments were lost to Boreas. Though the wondrous reunion was close by, he was far from feeling the warm glow of compassion and happiness for the reunited family. No, Boreas had to focus his mind on the enemy, as he had done from the moment he lay in his bed and awoke in the hallowed halls. In all honesty, he would have loved to be an onlooker to such a beautiful moment, but the dancing chain links demanded his full attention and they certainly received it. Throwing the eye patch into the pool, he found his first attack in vain, though the outcome seemed to be what he hoped for: the mysterious little captain definitely seemed pissed off. He could relvel in this little victory later. Perhaps when he wasn't on the brink of receiving a particularly nasty gaping wound. Throwing himself back in order to dodge Wolframite's attack, he watched as one of the knives cut threw and stained his white shirt with vertical streak of blood. Though the wound wasn't very deep, Boreas knew now that the knives could easily draw blood.

"I see you aren't going to stark off easy! Let's see how you like this! Blizzard Blast!"

Quickly, he formed a frozen spiral of air in his left palm. Lowering himself down closer to the ground, he threw his magical attack straight for his opponent's right leg. His hope was to either numb it a bit or knock him down and at this point he would be happy for either. Watching as the spiral flew through the air, he moved in behind it. Distance seemed to be an advantage for Wolframite.

"Ha! I know that move." Richterite snorted as he caught Foramen's boot; something he had learned during his 'battle' with Fayalite. He'd have to thank her, provided he made it out of this mess. One way or another...

"Over my dead body." He snorted as he used his hold on Foramen's boot to try and toss him aside.

Hugbell watched, as he seemed not to want to harm Chibimoon, she was a little more comfortable being near him. She also watched as Helios reached out an unsteady hand. Then she almost forgot her bear when Helios almost fell to try to keep the Priestess from going face first into the water.

Though she saw what she could assume was a bow. "He's a prince?" she whispered before trying her best to give some what of a polite curtsy without offsetting Helios' balance and quickly she whispered "Comfy Teddy Catches." Sitting Barnaby behind the priestess as he grew to a large size.

She waited for a few moments before whispering, "Please sit, you don't look good. I'll try to protect you." Her buttery yellow eyes looked concerned for the priestess.

For now, Gianfar had forgotten they were in the middle of battle. It was easy to when you were distracted by something so touching. Was he...? His gaze turned toward Castor as he called out Prince Endymion's name, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Was that really him!? Whoa! He..he'd never encountered royalty before! Not that he was aware of, anyway. He'd never seen the pink-haired senshi either, but...she was his daughter and...whoa.

The senshi of chivalry grinned widely, unable to hold back the surge of excited energy he was feeling. The prince was here! And he was reuniting with Chibimoon and..and...surely that meant the words of encouragement had been for them! Then senshi! They would protect those gathered in front of the golden crystal and chase the negaverse out of here! That was exactly what they'd do. He gave a whooping cry of joy as Castor announced to the negaverse agents it was time to give the royals their space for a reunion, turning away from the scene when he spotted his hat floating by. Oh good! He was missing that! He plucked it out of the water and planted it right on his head, not caring for one second that it was soaking wet and dripping with water and even a little blood.

"It's rude to interrupt a family reunion, after all." He quipped, not caring how absolutely lame that sounded. Gianfar inspected his bloody glove for a moment. His knuckles hurt from punching Zircon, but he'd manage. They had a fight to end.

His defense was distance, and his weapon as already limited due to water. It would slow his weapon down, so he kept his weapon up and slashing at angles, but the frost-blue senshi was dodging as best he could. The Captain was still catching his breath, giving the occasional cough as water dripped from his wet hair and his uniform clung to his chest. His bow was all but a sad image of its former, puffy self, sagging down on his hip.

As he moved to get distance, stepping back as he slashed, he was met with what this Boreas' attack was – and that was cold. He was finding a lot of senshi he hated had cold attacks, and being wet, this one really wasn't good for him. The chill brushed against his leg, sending a numbing shiver up to his hip and causing him to clench his teeth. SO COLD! Not to mention it was racing up his inner thigh. He stopped, standing firm but wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms about his chest and shiver. It seemed every time he went to Elysion, he was either really hot or really cold. Why couldn't someone just keep the thermostat at something manageable?

Scylla had found herself tangled up with too many enemies to handle, and the appearance of the Pegasus had helped that- one of them had gotten stomped on, but so had Scylla herself. She was bleeding, and while some of the blood might not be hers, it was very disheartening to think that she was bleeding out in her sleep. Again. The family reunion was touching, but they kind of needed their senshi to be fighting, not bawwing and hugging their daddy. (The fact that it was so sweet even Jada was starting to feel diabetic didn't help her.)

Still, if there was a Prince on their side, that was a good thing. Maybe he'd have some of the answers they'd been seeking. Then again, maybe his warmth would be only for his baby girl- goodness knew he'd called out to warriors of earth, and according to everyone, the senshi were not from Earth, now were they? No matter where they'd been born... with a certain irritation, she responded to a tug on her hair violently, smashing her fist into a Negaverser's nose.

What could she do but keep fighting? She was hardly in a position to stop and gape.