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Joy blossomed in Auriga as she saw Gunn approach. Gunn was the kind of super tough senshi that ran boot camps. Surely, she would be okay if the Senshi of Wildfire was near. "Hi, Gunn," she said, as if they were meeting for coffee, instead of fighting very real danger. The redheaded eternal senshi immediately gave her a command, pointing in the direction of an unfamiliar corrupted senshi. "Tiny, right. I can do it," she said, nodding once.

The sheer mask that covered her lips puffed inward with her heated breaths. What was the best way to approach? Bright blue eyes glanced around briefly, and then Maggie made a rather impulsive decision -- why not tackle him? Her attack required pretty close proximity. No more time to waste. It was GO TIME. Time to AMP UP.

Her breath picked up and then her boots picked up with it, scuffing across the ground. With a grunt, Auriga threw the full weight of her sprinting body at Kerberos, attempting to lock her arms around his neck from behind and bring him down to the ground.

THIS. IS. SP--Destiny City?

Empressite. The name sounded fancy. And it would appear that this girl was more with-it on this mission than she was. Another embarrassment for the forever lieutenant. A banana peel was draped over her fingertips. Kyanite wrinkled her nose and then flicked it away, where it landed with a splat. "Ew, gross," she said, mostly to herself. Then she directed her attention back to the other Negaverse agent in front of her.

Purple eyes glanced up in the direction of the flaming roof. "I hate magic," she said. "You never know what terrible thing is going to come shooting out of their hands. No one should have power like that. With us, it's more... honest, I don't know." Kyanite pointed at the burning building. "Civilians could be hurt by that. So much for the noble purpose of the senshi, right?" Her timing on this conversation was probably not the best. Senshi and Negaverse agents alike were still scuffling, but Kyanite felt relatively safe to breathe for now -- at least for a moment.

Plus, it was hard for her to turn down any flavor of socialization with other Negas.

Kyanite stood up, peeling a twinkie wrapper stuck to her boot off and patting off her uniform. "I'm supposed to be a guard..." she said, gazing back behind them. "But if everyone else is going to the next location, then it should be fine. We can probably secure the area." She sounded less than convinced, but at least moving to a new place would give her enough time to wrap her head around this again.

Plus, Empressite spoke like she knew what was going on, which was better than Kyanite. "Do you need a hand? I can help," she said, stepping toward the other girl in offer.

She clenched her jaw, the wooden mace in her hand creaking as she looked up at the falling building. She felt auras moving out of the area as people fled the breaking building and the flames. "Tshk..." she gritted her teeth. Andronicus did not want to run away. She didn't want to retreat. She wanted to help, she wanted to fight.

But Acubens was right.

"God damnit.." She gave a nod and followed the Super Senshi out of the area.

[ Andronicus Exit ]

Mintaka watched the negaverse general leave her, hands shaking as she lived another day and breathed out a sigh of relief. She moved over to Sarras again, touching his arm gently to announce she was still there with him. With the building burning around them, she didn't have the urge to stay any longer then normal. Her affinity for paper shapes would do no good in fire after all.

"Sarras...." She coughed as smoke started to rise. "We've done all we can here? We gotta move out..." Or else they were going to burn to ashes.

She rubbed at her face, eyes starting to water from the smoke stench. Is this what being a senshi was? It was terrible, so terrible and dangerous.

She watched with a shudder as the other female flicked away the banana peel.

Empressite didn't really know what she was doing, or what was going on. At least not more than anyone else. But she listened, and was logical, so it only seemed like she she was in control. She was barely keeping it together. This was her first experience with the war. It was terrifying, knowing the chaos and the lengths to which the other side would go, and their utter carelessness and disregard for civilian life and possible casualties.

'If this is what magic is... if this is what the other side is like, I completely agree.' Whether or not this was the best time for conversation, Empressite was glad for the distraction it caused. It got her mind off the beating she took, and the pain that the meds didn't lessen. She opened her mouth to say something but the communicator activated, and the withdraw order came.

'Well, that's that. I guess we should get going.' She eyed the proffered hand. In normal circumstances, she would brush aside the offer of help, and in her stubborn pride, she would get up on her own and hobble to the meeting place on her own. But damnit, she hurt, she was kind of dealing with the emotional backlash of what was going on, and she just needed the human contact, even if it was simply holding the hand of another using it as a support.

'I was supposed to be a hostage-holder, but it all went to hell. I failed. Beyond terribly. I just... I can't wait for this whole debacle to be over.'

Flames on the roof burned and caused smoke and made this a lot more difficult. It was hard not to be distracted. Maia hadn't even caught the hostages pleas, but she did catch the scream she emitted as an attack, not her own went soaring at the pair. If she stopped her attack, its full potiental wouldnt be utilized and halving it wasn't on her agenda, especially with the hostage ducking away from the captain momentarily.

The other moved to grab her and Maia's notes headed for the pair, but Maia didn't get to see whether or not the attack was effective because she found a shoulder being rammed into her back. She was knocked easily onto the ground with force Cinnabar used. She rolled, trying to ignore the pain and jumping to her feet.

She glared at the girl and went after her fist balled and ready to swing, though at the last moment she opened her hand intending to grab the girl's collar and give her a stomach full of knee.

Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit merde' dammit. This was certainly not looking well for Tsavolite, and he absolutely knew it. He froze up when the scruff of his jacket was tugged and held captive, knowing he was outnumberd and out muscled should he try and escape. Looking helplessly to the still playing dead operative, he sighed, shaking his head.

"Nothing I can do for you now, ma chere', je suis desole'," he mumbled, before squaring his shoulders as best he could and defiantly sneering at the Knight that had him in his clutches. "Too bad for you, tu désolé bâtard. I didn't even KNOW about this operation, I was on my rounds and stumbled upon it when I heard a general calling. I only came to offer medical backup."

He eyed the other knight with lighter clothing warily, wondering if he was going to get beaten up anyways. How would he explain that to HR or his boss at the hospital if he came to work with bruises the next day? That wouldn't be pretty at all. And what of the senshi that had burned the general so badly? That had been downright terrifying and he'd needed every ounce of self control he had not to either run screaming away from the flames, or desperately trying to put them out. THAT certainly hadn't worked out well as the General hadn't even noticed his attempt to help the hostage situation, AND he'd gotten landed stuck here like this. He groaned softly, muttering to himself as his inner cowardice bubbled to the surface imagining all the things that could happen to him.

"Merde, merde, merde, what if I die? What if they purify me? I don't want to die looking like an idiot in iredescent clothes with a tiara on my head! Oh gods above, don't let them do that. St.Paul, I promise to come to church more often if you get me out of this, I just wanted to be a good doctor, merde. Saints deliver me, my heart can't take this, if I live through this I need to talk to one of the other doctors at work about getting on some anxiety medication because this job is too stressful already, even if I DO survive, I'm just going to die due to a blockage of the lungs from all this smoke and tar anyways," he muttered frantically to himself, making a small sign of the cross before plucking a few grey strands of hair and nervously wrapping them around his fingers.

Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, tempering his breathing and anxiety levels.

The cat was… crying? Cybele had never seen anything like that before. Her surprise was nothing compared to her anger, though. Who would even do that? The Negaverse, apparently. She’d seen them kill people for no reason and smile about it, but this hit her almost as hard. She was just a cat! What was she going to do? Things over there must have been even worse than she thought. At least there were already plenty of senshi over there to fight. She could help the cat, maybe. As Cora rubbed up against her leg, she ran her hand over her fur, then reached over to scratch behind her ears. That was the way to make cats happy, usually, and it was almost reflex to her at this point, but it didn’t seem like nearly enough now.

It’s okay, she wanted to say. Everything’s going to be okay.

Even she couldn't bring herself to say something that blatantly false. “I’m sorry,” she whispered instead. Carefully, she wrapped her arms around the cat in the closest thing to a hug she could manage. From across the roof, she heard people starting to talk about the hostage being alive. That probably brought more comfort than anything Cybele could say. “At least you’re safe now.” That comment wasn’t the truest, either, with the battle still raging and the fire still blazing, getting bad enough that people were starting to leave, even, but for a second, at least, they could pretend.

Leaving… that was what they were going to have to do. The heat there was getting unbearable and it was only a matter of time before the flames reached them. She stood. “We can’t stay here,” she murmured, taking one step and then another towards the edge of the building. It was not what she wanted to do at all, but it beat being burnt to a crisp. People had been jumping on and off the roof all night, and had been fine, right? When she reached the edge and glanced down, though, she forgot all logic and froze. “It’s so far down…”






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