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It was the screams that reached him first, something that caused a shiver to go up his back. Hektor looked around the corner toward what had become a battlefield before ducking back a moment, hands lifting to cover his ears. No, no, no... this wasn't what he wanted to deal with today! He wasn't good with battles, wasn't much of a fighter, was afraid that people would get caught up in the way that he dealt with the enemy. He couldn't even bring himself to attack an Acolyte with his senshi powers given what it would do to them. He didn't want to deal with this, but he couldn't very well ignore the screams, could he? What sort of senshi would he be then? The problem then became what if he did join? What if he got entangled in the battle and more senshi showed up? People that hated him and wanted to punish him for what he'd done on that fateful night not that long ago... he supposed it would better to finally just face them, let them get their pound of flesh, and he then maybe he would be able to sleep at night again.

Glancing out again he watched the two that were trudging around the makeshift battlefield, making a bit of a mess of it. A pair of armored youma and... after a quick look around he didn't see an acolyte anywhere. Did that mean that they were just sending out their soldiers now without anyone holding the leash? It was a frightening thought, that there might be more and more lone youma roaming about. Not that they were very lone now, were they? No, there was a pair of them and each time they struck a person down with those weapons of theirs they seemed to be draining them of their energy. What happened after they dispatched the people that had been gathered in the area? They would spread out then, wouldn't they? Attack even more people... Could he let that happen? This, guarding the humans, it wasn't his duty, his duty was to guard the prison. Given that he'd completely botched that assignment maybe he should fall back on this one? If he did more, fought Youma, protected the humans, things like that, maybe he'd be at least slightly less hated?

Giving a shiver he reached into his shirt, removing his key necklace, and used it to transform into his true self, that being Sailor Cipher. His pendant became an extra large sized key, one that doubled as a sword, and with it in hand he went charging forward toward the closest youma soldier. He would do what he could, try to herd them away from the others, and then he'd banish them. He'd do it as quickly as he was able to do, before anyone else showed up. This, cleaning up these Youma, it was the least he could do to try to make up for what he'd done. He could never fully erase his many mistakes that spread out over a vast amount of time, but he would do what he could... and if he fell here at least he fell trying to make up for all that he'd screwed up.

Spinel leaned forward upon seeing the first senshi that had arrived, a bit of a smile appearing on his lips, "Ahhh, it's that one." He mused to himself. The out cast senshi, the one that had turned on his own people, was mauled by a Guardian, and other rather fun things. If there was a senshi out there that would be easy to turn it would be that one if only because by now surely he was desperate for someone to be on his side? Grinning a bit he gave mental orders to his armored youma, "I don't want that senshi dead... but that isn't to say you aren't to beat him down a bit. He will need a bit of tough love after all." His lips turned up into a grin behind his mask as both Partisan and Ranseur turned their attention toward the approaching Sailor Cipher.

It was Partisan that moved forward to meet Sailor Cipher first, their weapons crashing together, getting tangled up, and from there it became a bit of a battle of wills and of strength. Both of them pushing forward to try to gain the upper hand so that they could strike the first blwo against the other. At least that was how it went until Ranseur arrived on the scene. The second youma lifted his weapon up, spun it around, and slammed the butt end of his spear into Cipher's ribs, dragging a cry from the senshi before Partisan lifted a leg and kicked him backwards and away from him.

The two of them lifted their weapons and continued forward after the senshi as Sailor Cipher pushed himself back to his feet, lifting his key up, brandishing it at them. The pair wasn't impressed, while they might not have any sort of expressions one could see due to their helmets it was obvious in the way that they just continued to march forward.

At the start of it all the twins were enjoying some quiet time with each other. Issac leaned with his back warm against his more slender twin. Weston silently read a book. When the two felt a sharp twinge followed by hearing screams, they exchanged looks before taking off towards the ruckus. The two slowed and Issac felt a chill down his spine as his twin leveled a stare to his back...

"Issac...." the tone was low, a horribly bad sign; "What...did you do...."

Issac went slack jawed then whirled flailing his arms, "WHY THE HELL IS SOMETHING LIKE THIS---" he flailed an arm towards the armored....things..."---ALWAYS MY DAMN FAULT?!?"

Weston kept a cool poker face as he crossed his arms, "Because. Who was it who said he'd find a way to summon demons to rain terror upon those who judged us as children?"

Issac balked....okay. So, Weston had him there. Coughing into a hand he muttered, "Yeah, well. I don't know how to..."

Weston's eyes darkened. Issac flinched, "Not like I wanna!!!!!!"

The purple haired male sighed as he put his delicate hands on his skirted hips; "Honestly. Father and Mother say don't play with the dark arts....it'll only turn against us in the end. I don't wanna glean anymore thoughts like that from you. Or else..." his tone sharpened.

Issac hung his head nodding, "Yes, elder brother."

Weston and Issac jolted as something chilled them, Weston looked up sensing that same feeling of Regret. Issac looked around for the source of the chill. At hearing his brother's soft gasp the male looked up...there was the pink haired male from all those weeks ago!

Spinel's lips turned up into a bit of a smirk behind his mask as he saw the new arrival, a Sprite from the looks of him, who had come to aid the out number senshi. Interesting, he had really been hoping that one of them would show up, it would give him a chance to really study them and learn how they fought. He wasn't one that enjoyed going into any battle blind, as such getting a chance to study the Sprites before he battled one would be helpful, "Ranseur, go a little easy on that one. I want to see how the Sprites do battle. It will be useful going forward." Sprites were a faction that weren't really good or evil, they followed their own rules and their own codes. This one must be a do-gooder sort but he knew that others out there were more concerned for their King and their own missions. As such it was good to learn about them, just in case.

Then something else showed up, something he knew well if only because he'd met one of its kind in the past. A Guardian, one that seemed to be trying to eat the pink haired senshi up. He studied it a moment, debated, then said, "I already have a Guardian to work with making the dog useless, kill it if it gets in the way. I won't lose valuable information on the Senshi and Sprites because of some worthless mutt."

The red, glowing eyes of Ranseur and Partisan seemed to flicker within their helmets before they continued on with the current battle, following the orders given to them. This battle was one to test those who showed up, or at least those their Master found interesting. As such while Ranseur was only too happy to battle with Sakura and to test the Sprites strength it would become obvious to anyone watching closely that each swing of his weapon was meant only to injure, not to kill. Sure, they might beat their current opponents into the ground but they would by no means kill them. Now Garm on the other hand, he would be handled with far less of a gentle hand if the need for such a thing arose.

Partisan had his attention mostly on Cipher, though would still take a few swings at the Guardian if he got too close or interfered too much. As it stood though it seemed that the dog was far more interested in the senshi then he was in fighting with the youma, as such, for the time being at least Partisan wasn't going to bother with him. He'd only lift his weapon against the dog if he 'got in the way' as Spinel had put it. Once he did that then Garm would be dealt with.

Sakura tried his best to parry Ranseur’s attacks. His blade came down to block for every swing Ranseur made; being careful to protect his wings. But this was getting no where. Ever so slowly, Sakura was being pushed back. This youma was strong. Out of the corner of his eye, Sakura saw Garm attack Cipher. And in the instant that Cipher was sidetracked by the dog, Sakura watched as the pink-haired senshi was knocked back by Partisan. “Dammit,” he muttered. Garm was presenting quite a problem. But Sakura could not take his attention away from Ranseur. Even as he looked on, Ranseur was not giving him the opportunity to fall back and attend to the senshi. The youma was apparently intent on keeping Sakura busy. If he could not entirely defeat it, perhaps he could at least force it to retreat.

Garm was taken by surprise when Cipher was attacked by Partisan. He immediately let go of the senshi. He watched him land on the ground a ways away. It only took a moment for Garm to recover from the surprise though. And he moved to attack Cipher again.

But something stopped him in his tracks. He screeched to a halt. A familiar face; it was Weston! “s**t,” he growled. “What do I do?” His heart was a mix of feelings. After all, that boy had provided him with care and food. He owed him one. He had already decided that. Standing dumbfounded his mind was racing. Perhaps if he could get Weston away from the fight, then he could continue his pursuit of Cipher? But what was this? Cipher had risen to his feet and was urging Weston away from the fight! As if they were ……friends? Cipher cared about him?

Garm growled. “This can’t be. It just-it can’t!” What was this feeling? In a fit of anger he found himself transforming once again. As a human, he stood waving an accusatory finger at Cipher. “YOU!” He stepped forward, ignoring Partisan and Ranseur, focusing all his attention on Cipher and the boys. He was not about to allow Cipher to take his first ‘companion’ away from him; the first person who was kind to him in ages. In his mind, Cipher had already stolen his freedom, he was not about to let him take a friend.

Woah, who sent the idiots in? Seven grimanced, glancing towards the boy who was hollering. For a moment, his focus was on the boy, rather than the situation at hand, but only for that one moment. He wasn't sure he wanted to enter the battle. His last few had gone badly. Every single one of them. He didn't want to be a failure. He didn't want to keep that reputation. He didn't want to look stupid--and so he transformed, summoning his water whips and preparing to fight. This time, this time for sure. He wouldn't stop fighting until he had won. But first, he had to get those civilians away from here.

"Run! Get out of here, it isn't safe!" He shouted, gesturing wildly. "Get to safety!" He spotted Cipher, and hesitated. Huh. Wasn't that the guy who'd-- no never mind. It didn't matter. They were all on the same side. "Ready?" He asked, glancing towards him. "Lets kick some a**." And make Rhys proud, at last.

As Partisan attacked, burying his weapon in Cipher instead of his actual target the youma went still, hearing Spinel yelling in his head as he wounded the one that he had been watching. He had wanted to watch that one, to use him perhaps, not to kill him, "That is about enough! I might need that one alive, kick him aside and see about actually dealing with that dog... and those humans, see to it that they are drained." Spinel ordered Partisan.

Turning his attention then to Ranseur he gave a thoughtful sound, debating on what it was that he should have him do save for continue on with his dueling with the Spirte. That was until he saw his 'favorite' senshi appear. Ahhh, well now, it would appear as though Sailor Tethys had made it? Interesting, not someone he needed information on since he already knew him but he also knew that he had useful power. Watching him as he manipulated those whips he set about taking the power for himself, feeling that it could be useful if he needed to step into the battle himself. He wasn't sure if he would be fighting, not as long as his youma stood, but once they fell he might very well want to jump into the fight himself to try out his hand against those who had showed themselves thus far.

"Partisan, Ranseur, don't worry about Sailor Tethys. I know him well and killing him won't matter one bit to me." He told them walking along the edge of the roof where he was watching from, squatting down so he could get a better view, ever smiling behind the mask. How he was enjoying this party, save of course for the little slip up by Partisan. Even that could be forgiven though since it was just a shoulder wound, nothing vital. He could patch him up if he decided that he was useful enough to take he thought to himself, quite pleased with the way the game was playing out.