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It was over.

He was dead.

For whatever reason Chromite had really flipping loved that youma. She'd felt a deep, personal, connection to his melodious wailings and his climb to the top towards the end. He'd become such an inspiration to all that had watched him from his never say never attitude with the birds to the crushing love of falling cars he'd demonstrated. In the blink of an eye it was all over. She knew that it had been longer but the whole ordeal had felt like only fifteen minutes and then the youma fever was gone.

Forever.

Sitting herself down in the middle of the street heedless of who or what was possibly in her way, she splayed her legs before her and sat like a broken doll. Staying that way Chromite whispered a silent prayer and let the tears stream. Her crooning, youma, angel would stay in her heart for eternity.

Sugilite glanced up at the youma as it howled in pain for a final time and collapsed. Unconsciously, her shoulders relaxed a little as its incessant shrieking ceased. Well, at least that made things easier to deal with, and she was pretty darned sure that it hadn't been of any importance at all to the Negaverse. Now all that was left to do was scuffle for a bit, then get going while the going was still good.

"Now are you two little things escaped from some kind of circus, or do I get this entertainment for free?"

Turning back to the two balancing act senshi, her lips curled back in amusement at their awkward movements. Stepping forward one pace and squaring her shoulders, she tilted her head to one side and her other hand came out from behind her back, holding the other half piece of brick. This one she aimed and chucked low, aiming at Maenalus this time, trying to topple the tower.

The combined effort of all of the roaming senshi's attacks was enough to pop the youma into dust. It was a strange feeling, soaring off of a three story building. Perseus had put a lot of weight into her jump, expecting her boot heel to make contact with solid youma flesh. Instead, just before contact the youma formerly known as Bieber dusted, which sent the unfortunate sailor plunging through a cloud of dust instead of ex-pop star face.

Squeaking a little bit Perseus hit the ground hard, doing her best to roll out of it. However, the things that she'd heard in theory and the way it actually worked the first time she tried it were very different. Nothing broke, thankfully, but her entire thigh and arm on the ride side were scraped from the pavement, in some places severely enough to bleed. Augh, just what she needed! If she transformed back now, there would be blood all over her dress. She would have to time it out right in getting back to her apartment and transforming back, maybe she could even slip in unnoticed.

Picking herself up off of the ground, the Super took a last look around, making sure that most everything was in order. The rest of the senshi and negas could disperse or deal with things as they saw fit, and if someone needed her they could call. For the meantime, she was going to go home and get some rest. Heels clicked on the ground as Perseus left the scene, moving towards home. There was too much for her to think about and process from the night, and too little time before the morning to do so.

Niflhel was concerned with the cut on his side as he jumped down from the building, taking careful inventory of it. He paused when he saw Chromite, however, in this instance he couldn't just go talk to the nega officer. Mainly because he wasn't sure how the senshi would react. However, his eyes searched the area before looking back at his side this was going to put a damper on things if he couldn't get it wrapped soon.

He seemed to be thinking, wondering what'd be easier to do. He was totally going to be hurting in the morning, and probably get a scolding from two sources about having been so beat up. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, he just wouldn't let them find out. Niflhel took the time to survey the cut and see if it was deep enough to need stitched, though it didn't look like it.

He walked stiffly off past Circe and some other senshi the meeting with the wall catching up to him as well as the pain in his side, this was going to be a fun walk home...

It seemed that with the youma having been defeated, various Senshi and Negaversers were fleeing the scene. Who could blame them in all honesty? With all the destruction that had occurred thanks to the lumbering youma, who would want to stick around to be blamed for it?

Gold eyes casually glanced over to the throbbing pain in her arm, noticing the spike was indeed still firmly lodged into her skin. Rather than stick around, she figured it was time to bolt, then she could tend to her injuries as she needed. As she fled the scene, it wasn't that hard to hear a faint jingling sound that seemed to follow the yellow suited senshi.

Maenalus froze like a deer in the headlights, convinced that Sugilite wouldn't see her. She couldn't speak for Circe's movements, however. She put up her fists, but the half of a brick hit Maenalus square on the shin.

And it really ******** hurt.

For a couple of seconds until her adrenaline kicked in again as well as her intoxication, but her eyes watered and she cussed. "That's not fair! You suck!" She glared at the Negaverse agent, and turned tail on her, trotting away from the battle with Circe still perched on her back.

She had a few cuts from the battle and she'd have the nastiest bruise on her leg for the next few days and weeks, but today good had triumphed over evil, and that was all that mattered.