However, as she walked arm and arm down the streets of Destiny City with this so called ‘cop’, Delilah’s face was all smiles. They were on their way back from dinner this evening, taking in the cooling weather by walking instead of hopping back into his car. He was spoiling her. Something no man had done in quite some time and Delilah was milking it for all she could.
“Why don’t we go the long way?” Damen smiled down at her as they got closer to her complex. All Delilah had to do was smile up at him and he turned them around and headed down a cross street. The time they spent laughing together that evening had started to soften her. Damen, traitor or not to chaos, wasn’t that bad of a guy. If things had been different, she might have even allowed herself to have true feelings for him.
But things were not different. This entire city was at war. For all she knew, one of them might be the next missing persons.
Since her talk with Kadavadite, if one could call it that, Kazenite had taken precautions to keeping tabs on their beloved traitor. Seemed his rendezvous with her dove had increased as of late, hopefully she hadn’t gotten too attached to him, she thought while stretching her arms above her head. Should he resist, and to be honest she kind of hoped he would, the teal haired general queen would not hold back.
No point in prolonging the inevitable, blue-teal eyes narrowed as she pulled back the curtain in her condo living room. Dark clouds were starting to roll in blocking out the starry sky yet the full moon shone with brilliance, illuminating the city streets.
Without much thought Kazenite summoned her communication crystal and opened a communication to Sherwood. “It’s time. Meet me on the rooftop of the apartment complex at fourth and Blanchard.” Two blocks away from where Ms. White lived.
“Xyla, lets go, it’s time to have some fun.” With that last command given the General Queen’s smile mirrored the cheshire cats in it’s malicious intent before the two of them teleported out of the small room. Brisk chilled wind met her atop the apartment complex where she waited for the brunet general to arrive.
Sherwood had been looking forward to that call for a while now. She had a perverse sort of interest in seeing it through, sort of coming full circle on the whole mission. As much as she wanted to doubt the Negaverse she also wanted their approval like a puppy with a treat just out of reach. She was also getting closer to Newgrange, teetering on the edge of indecision.
To join the White Moon or not to join the White Moon?
It wasn’t like she wasn’t familiar with the area around Delilah’s apartment. She’d been there many times since her little spy mission and not because she wanted to catch another show. (oh, hell no). She just wanted to survey the area and see what came of the Delilah woman. She came immediately when Kaz called. She walked over with a bit of swagger in her walk, able to be confident in the conclusion.
“Evening.” She nodded to the both of them. “This ought to be fun.”
She just didn’t know how much
“Hmmm…?” Kazenite turned her head slightly to the right. Out of the corner of her eye she regarded the general with a slight nod and a knowing smile. “Indeed it will be”
She then leaned forward propped up on her elbows reasserting her focus on the streets below. With a soft purr Xyla jumped up onto the ledge and joined her Queen. Not waiting to be told, the guardian cat laid down and closed her eyes, focussing on concealing all of their signature on the off chance uninvited guests decided to patrol the area before they were able to complete their task at hand.
“When they arrive I want you to subdue the woman but do NOT kill her.” She emphasized the order with a brief pause. “Not yet anyway. She is not our mission at this time but we do not need her interfering while we deal with the traitor.” Kazenite scanned the near empty street save for one late night jogger and their dog who would soon be gone once they turned the corner up ahead.
Minutes passed in silence before two figures appeared down the street from James St heading towards Blanchard. There unfortunately wasn’t any true way to completely block him in, yes each of them would take one end of the street but there were plenty of alleyways for him to run down, that is… if he managed to make it that far. In truth, his only hope for escape would be if he decided to power up and even that wouldn’t be enough.
“When they get two houses in front the intersection I will block them from Dravus and fourth and I want you prevent anM backwards retreat here on Blanchard. When you see fit, remove Ms White from the equation, there is no need to allow him to make use of her as a body shield and show his cowardice. Xyla will continue to dampen our signatures till the opportune moment arrives.” The time for further explanation was almost at an end as the moment to strike was mere moments away.
Sherwood was happy to comply, slipping the bow from over her shoulder. Even with everything else going on she had to admit that it felt good in her hand. She was prepared to do what had to be done, having a somewhat irksome kink to work out regarding the woman hanging around Deman. This would go a long way toward scratching that itch, though perhaps the woman wouldn’t be too thrilled with her chosen method.
Delilah...who named their kid after a betrayer, anyway?
Sherwood wasn’t sure what direction they were coming from but she knew where they were headed and that was just as good. She reached for one of her arrows and wordlessly fit it against the string, ready to draw on the fly if she needed to. One shot, take down. For now, though, she was perched on a rooftop overlooking Delilah’s apartment building like Hawkeye, which, if she thought about it, she didn’t mind comparing herself to.
The sound of wordless chit chat echoed softly down the now empty street. Arms linked together, the raven haired woman could be seen walking beside a tall blond man. Minutes passed and they crossed the street here on Blanchard where the two ‘generals’ stood in wait. “It’s time,” she said with an all too wide grin as she lifted her fur trimmed hood up over her head and picked the guardian cat up, nestling her in the crook of her arm, then teleported so her back was facing Dravus street.
Golden yellow eyes with pools of black opened as Xyla jumped from her queens arms and landed gracefully on the ground beside her. There they stood in wait till the two love birds took notice that they were no longer alone.
The laughter in the air was energizing as much as it was distracting. It had been far too long since she had just enjoyed an evening that Delilah was beginning to forget to be aware of her surroundings. Normally it would not take much for the trained senshi to pick up on the fact that there was another presence there. But tonight, she had missed it all until her partner for the night stopped dead in his tracks.
Delilah was about to make another move towards her building when she felt a resistance against her arm. Stopping, she glanced backwards towards the so called ‘protector’. “Damen?” Her voice was like that of the doves she drew her power from. Soft, sweet, unsuspecting.
His face on the other hand, was not. He was staring down at the ground before his eyes closed. They reopened a minute and he smiled, gazing towards the company near that had appeared on the ground level. “Good evening. To what do I owe this visit when I am off duty?”
Delilah’s red eyes narrowed in confusion before she followed his gaze. There, standing in their way were two figures she knew well. Her eyes widened quickly as her mouth fell open. Here? Now? All Delilah could do at that time was respond to Damen’s reaction as he pulled her behind his body. What would someone innocent do in this case? She quickly forced “Damen, do you know them?”
Now that they were spotted she teleported down to get to their level, smiling to herself as she surveyed the situation. As far as she knew it was genuine, having no idea that the young woman was playing both sides and was a Senshi.
Sherwood pulled the arrow and let it fly toward the powered down senshi of doves. She wasn’t aiming for anything vital, luckily, just enough of a wound to get her down. She didn’t want anyone playing hero and Kaz had asked not to be interrupted while she worked on the traitor. Quick as a blink she nocked and loosed another arrow toward the young woman, feeling deeply satisfied about that.
“You didn’t think anyone would remain oblivious, did you? You had to expect you’d get caught sooner or later. Well, consider us the jury.”
Of course, her focus was more on making sure Delilah stuck around to watch than inflicting any sort of punishment. At least not a physical one.
It was Delilah who caught the movement of the second agent. Her eyes turned just in time to see the arrow flying directly at her. Deer in a headlight would have been the best way to describe her reaction as the first arrow hit her left thigh.
“AH!” The pain was real and it dropped the woman to the ground as her hands flew to the wound and pushed down. Eyes closing in pain, she did not see that Damen was spinning around to her or the second arrow fly and catch her in the right shoulder. She would be no use in a fight now. Senshi or not, Damen could not get help as his Jury watched them.
“Relax, Princess. If I wanted you dead you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”
That fear made the night air just a little sweeter for Sherwood. That was the sort of thing she was imagining on her night out while she perched on Delilah’s balcony listening to the sounds coming from within with a churning stomach. There was something very gratifying about the ability to make her enemies, or even people that annoyed her, pay for their transgressions in a palpable way. Newgrange claimed she wasn’t the vindictive sort. Her feeling now seemed to suggest otherwise.
Still, Delilah’s tear filled eyes opened enough to gaze at Sherwood. “Who the hell are you?” She asked honestly as she began to really wonder if Kazenite planned to kill her that evening as well.
“That’s a good question,” she conceded, to the girl’s pitiful query. “You could call me your prosecutor, I guess.”
The real question was how far she could stretch this courtroom analogy before she got bored of it or it became over played.
“Then again I suppose you could just call me your executioner, depending on how good of a girl you plan on being.”
Playing on natural fear, and quite frankly with her weapon pointed point blank at Delilah she wasn’t sure how the woman -wouldn’t- be scared, was just the cream on top of the cake for Sherwood. Her eyes strayed to Kaze with a smirk on her lips. Go ahead, she silently encouraged, tell us the one thing that got so rudely interrupted during my surveillance.
Delilah’s eyes widened and then narrowed towards the woman with the weapon in front of her. Who was this other agent? And what the hell had she been drug into? Still, her eyes left the lady and turned all the way towards the one in blue. Red eyes harden against Kazenite own desire to make Damen suffer. But something else was bothering Delilah. “My prosecutor?” Her eyes looked back at the woman with the cursed bow. “Outside of going to dinner, what is my charge then, judge?” The act of fear was leaving her. If she was going to die that night, she might as well annoy the hell out of the others.
“Delilah, keep quiet. This is all a big mis-understanding.” Damen at first whispered and then called out louder. “I have no contact outside of the law. After all, I too am an agent of chaos.” His hands gently lifted upwards as if he was facing a gun to act as if he was being submissive. “But I also protect the innocent from crimes. What crime has this woman committed?”
If she felt any sort of remorse or concern for allowing Delilah to be struck by Sherwoods arrows, Kazenite didn’t show it. Uncaring eyes regarded her fallen form before fixating themselves on the man beside her. “You should worry more about yourself than about her.”
“Damen,” she verbally paused and took a step towards him. “Do you know what happens to traitors? Do you know what we do to those who sympathise with the senshi and aid in the Resistance? Hmm?” In truth it depended on who found the traitor first but more often than not the outcome was the same. Death. The method however was often left to the executioner.
Kazenite unfolded her arms and put one hand on her hip. In her other hand she summoned her weapon; a medium length silver bladed sword with teal embellishments decorating the surface and an obsidian handle. The moonlight shone off the sharp edge and from where she stood mere feet away she watched his adams apple bob as he swallowed thickly. “Ah, you know don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question for she needed no other confirmation. “You have one chance at redeeming yourself and proving your loyalty to the Negaverse. Tell me who your contact is and I may yet let you live.”
Liar…
There would be no saving himself. His fate was sealed the moment both women placed a recording in her hand with his solid confession.
Mimicking the same move she had once used on the Senshi of Doves, Kazenite’s eyes narrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line. Midway through taking a single step forward she disappeared for a fraction of a second only to reappear before the blonde man. Her free hand shot out wrapping itself around his throat in a vice like grip attributed to those of high ranked officers.
The whites around his eyes were clearly visible as his pupils constricted in momentary terror; Kazenite half wondered if he nearly shat his pants. With a half smile she leaned forward and whispered her reply for his ears alone “Only that which you have wrought upon her by bringing her into your ploy to change the hearts of our loyal agents. By… how was it worded again?” She paused as if she truly had forgotten “… attacking from the inside? Hmm?” She purred.
Damen’s hands reached for his throat and wrapped around her fingers, attempting to claw at them. At first his struggle seemed real and then it stopped. As the other agent whispered in his ear, Damen stopped fighting and dropped his gaze.
Still maintaining her composure the General Queen lifted her leg, firmly kneeing him in the groin and was rewarded with an exhaled groan and a muffled curse before tossing him aside away from the wounded woman. “So I’ll ask you one last time, who is your correspondent?”
The next pain sent him buckling over as he dropped to the ground. Coughing as he struggled to stand, Damen only managed to spit out “Go to hell you witch.”
Only if you promise to meet me at the gate. Kazenite stepped on the back of his hand as he tried to get up, twisting her heel as she ground the palm of his hand into the pavement. With her free hand she took a fist full of his unfortunately short hair and pulled his head back. Her eyes drank in the hard line of his neck as it arched backwards and watched as his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously. “So ungrateful, and here I offered you a chance at redemption. All you needed to give me was a name, that’s it.”
She tsked then leaned forward putting all her weight on his hand till she was rewarded with a soft snapping sound of a delicate bone breaking. Then and only then did she release her hold and take a step away watching him, calculating his movements, and waiting for him to finally power up.
“Don’t even think about it Princess,” Sherwood warned, keeping her eyes trained on Delilah. This was when the fun was going to start happening and she didn’t want the girl to get ideas about saving her boyfriend. Part of the fun was making her watch what happened to him before anything more than the two painful but mostly non-critical wounds happened to her. Her bow was still at hand just in case Delilah wanted to try to play hero.
Though something, somewhere, grimaced inside of her, protesting at how cruel she was being.
Damen’s mouth opened in a silent scream but quickly closed. He would not allow this she-witch any perverse pleasure in hearing him in pain. Gritting his teeth, as she stepped back, Damen finally allowed himself to move. His first moment, anyone would have thought was to power up. But instead, he jerked his one good hand under his dinner jacket, pulled out his gun and if a flash of sound and light, sent two rounds flying towards the woman.
The whites around Kazenites eyes were clearly visible from both shock and surprise as the concussion from his handheld gun at such close range made her heart feel like it stopped in her chest.
It seemed the first shot was a haphazard misfire; moron didn’t even take time to properly aim. However, perhaps that was not the intention of the initial bullet as it merely clipped the edge of her ear. Still painful but could have been worse. A near deadly oversight on her part; naturally he would have a concealed weapon while off duty.
However, it was the second bullet that hurt like a b***h. The training put forth to becoming a police officer was clearly evident when the stinging bite of the bullet passed through her left shoulder just under the collar bone causing her to drop her sword and stagger backwards several steps eliciting a hiss through clenched teeth. Son of a b***h… Oh… he’s a dead man.
It was only then that the so-called traitor stood and took off running. Not in a direction towards freedom but directly following the bullets. It was in that move that Damen’s body changed form and he appeared in his agent attire. His hand might have been damaged but his arms still worked and he used them to swing his elbow towards her head. “As you know well, your gender doesn’t matter here.” He snapped as his leg followed towards her mid section. He was frantic. There were two things going through his mind and thus his eyes: Fight or Die. He planned to take someone down with him and those eyes were slowly starting to fear.
Well, now, this wasn’t going to work. Sherwood frowned at the abuse a fellow General was taking and raised her bow up to put a stop to it. Without giving any warning the bow string suddenly snapped twice, sending two arrows very quickly in Deman’s direction. She was aiming for his arm to stop him from being able to use the gun but her effort at speed and stealth cost her in terms of accuracy. No matter, so long as it worked.
Mid motion Damen’s jaw clenched from an unexpected biting sting shooting down his arm as something sharp and overly painful sliced through it. If he had looked, he would have noticed the arrow, the senshi, and everything else but all his rage was on the teal haired woman. This woman meant to kill him. Any other focus and it would be too easy. But he could tell there was something warm going down his arm. If he had a gun in this form, it would have slipped free from the blood.
What the hell, Kazenite thought as she jumped to the side. That lucky son-of-a-b***h didn’t even know the danger he was in with his well time sprint. Luck unfortunately did not seem to be on her side this evening.To make matters worse she had became momentarily distracted as two arrows flew in her direction, though aimed at her opponent, after ricocheting off the pavement. Doesn’t anyone take the time to aim these days? She flashed the brunet woman a pointed glare as a warning.
“Your boyfriend’s a pain in the a**, isn’t he? That can be fixed.” she idly addressed the woman by her side, sounding non-plussed and a little smug.
“I think you are just making it worse…” Delilah spat out as she winced again from the arrow. However, it was in that movement that she did something both foolish and painful at the same time. The moment her arrows flew, Delilah’s hand came around showing a white and red stick. Shock had to be what was powering her to raise to her feet and throw herself at the woman. As she did, a flash of light came and the form that hit the agent with a bow was that of a very white senshi.
“Do you not know what is going on?” Eternal Sailor Phact spat out as she used the force to cross her arms in front of her chest, hoping, aiming, to smack into the woman.
Sherwood gave an angry cry as she was crashed into, falling sideways to the ground. She toppled with Delilah on top of her side. Her bow fell from hand, clattering to a skidding halt some feet from the squirming General. She could have called it back to hand but there were other more pressing things on her mind, namely the pissed off senshi now in her face.
“Goddamnit!”
Was the senshi honestly wearing bloomers? Was she the senshi of bad fashion sense? She wrestled with the other woman, trying to gain back the upper hand with an elbow rushing toward her opponent’s face. She needed to get back on top and show she was capable. No senshi was going to take her down so easily, by God.
“Of course I do.” Sherwood replied sternly, though she was beginning to realize that was not as much as she might have liked. Outright lying was better than admitting her ignorance. In fact, the general was beginning to think she’d been had and that did not sit well with her.
Fantastic. Now, of all times, Phact had decided to make her presence known revealing her identity to the negaverse trio; one of the few things Kazenite was trying hard to avoid happening. One snafu after another, all thanks to Sherwood focusing her attention on the wrong individual; was she not clear enough as to who the general was responsible for? Next time she thought to herself I go it alone; save for Xyla, naturally she would still be present.
Teal-blue eyes snapped back to the captain as he came at her quickly closing the short distance between them with the intention to strike her down. But with one leg at the ready to land a kick and the surprised hesitation in his movements from the unexpected attack from behind him; Kazenite timed her reaction well hooking her arm under his elbow and twisting sideways while using her hips and his own weight to flip him up and over so he landed on his back.
“I would be offended if it did” she replied curtly while enjoying the sound of his groan. With her right arm raised above her head Kaze instantly re-summoned her bladed weapon. “Shall we leave it to rank then?” She asked with a purr in her voice. In one fluid motion she brought the tip of her weapon down intent on driving the sharpened metal through his shoulder just as his bullet had done to her. I will bleed you dry but not before I take that starseed of yours.
Damen’s body bounced as it made direct contact with the ground. Who said humans were just dead weight? It was on the second rebound that his left shoulder cried out in pain. Damen himself was only allowing a wince as he reached over with his right hand and gripped the weapon. Slicing into his right palm, Damen used his strength to pull upward on the weapon trying to remove it enough to get free. “Be my guest, b***h.” Seemed the change in appearance also changed his vocabulary as he brought his right leg swinging over to kick the holder of the bladed weapon.
A smile tugged viciously at the corners of her lips as she raised her left arm to block his leg with her forearm. The flow of blood from the gunshot wound came as a steady stream staining her teal and black uniform a deep crimson color. For a fraction of a moment Kazenite felt the entire left side go numb after a searing pain shot down that side of her body from the jarring blow. “With pleasure” she replied vindictively twisting the hilt of her blade before jerking it free and standing up.
The teal haired woman pulled her fur trimmed hood back and retreated away several steps, allowing him room to get up. Her shoulder hurt like a b***h and ear throbbed but both those would be taken care of soon enough. First and foremost she must make an example of Damen before she devoured his starseed.
Directly above them a power light flickered once then twice as if it were about to die but found it’s light once more, continuing on with its angry hum. Nothing like adding spooky faulty electrical theatrics to make this evening more exciting. Kazenite flicked her sword to the side splattering blood, his blood, onto the concrete in a curved line thanks to the wind element attributed to her weapon. “Xyla,” she purred “would you be so kind?”
Finally the cheshire guardian cat had received the permission she had so desperately sought. Bounding over to the two bickering women she used her mauvian ability and shot a beam of light in their direction ”You’ll want to pay attention to this.” she said with eager yellow eyes. An all too wide uncomfortable grin spread across the cheshire cats face as she complied with Kazenite’s request and released her dampening magic revealing her Queen’s true nature.
What was going on between Kazenite and Damen had been little on the mind of Phact. She was annoyed at the woman and bleeding or not, that was her focus.
At least, it was until the little guardian cat she knew so well jerked her attention over. “What in the world was that….” Phact started to question the feline before she felt it. Before, Phact had not noticed that there was a difference among the four present but as the feline smiled, something dawned on the woman. She had been a fool. How had she missed the level of weapon the woman she was focused on had. She was of equal level as Phact. However, it was the growing, dark, terrible feeling the white moon senshi felt in her very essence that caused her to freeze in her tracks.
“It can’t be….” Phact whispered as her entire body appeared to almost shake causing the trails of blood down her arm and leg to splatter. Red eyes were as wide as possible and her face drained of color. Slowly, in two breaths, Phact looked over her shoulder at the true battle going on. That aura was unmistakable.
Kazenite was a General Queen.
If one thought Sailor Phact’s face priceless, it would have been the true fear and drain of color that appeared in Damen’s face that would have done them in. In the blink of an eye, one could see every emotion leave him but one: fear.
“s**t….” His voice shivered and in the second he had Kazenite smiled. Damen visibly paled then turned and teleported as far as he could to the other side of the street. “s**t s**t s**t…” He continued to echo.
“Are you kidding me?”
Sherwood was fit to be tied when that veil came off and it turned out her fellow “General” was, in fact, a General Queen. She was lied to and now began to believe very strongly in the manipulation she had suspected earlier. Hot, angry tears slipped down her cheeks before she could brush them away. It wasn’t that Kaze was a General Queen more than that she was lied to and manipulated by someone who claimed she could be trusted. That realization made her feel awful inside.
Nevermind, she had no idea what was happening here. She’d only been working with a few of the pieces in the puzzle, clearly, and now the big picture was coming into full focus.
The expression on the General’s face went mostly without notice though Kazenite truly did hope Sherwood understood the gravity of her situation and knew there would be consequences pursuant to not following direct instructions. But that was for later, their reason for being here at this late hour was currently trying to escape.
Eyes focused on the fleeing signature the teal haired woman lifted her sword so it was parallel to the ground and used the abilities gifted to her as a Sovereign and summoned him mid-step before her. No time to change his course or direction Damen’s own terror and momentum were used against him.
Braced for the impact Kazenite held her blade steady and was rewarded when his muscular frame slumped against her “You b***h…” He grit out between clenched teeth before a vicious cough racked his body anew.
“Are those your final words?” She asked smoothly, unphased by the blood running down the hilt of her sword into a puddle forming between them or the blade that protruded from his backside. “Such a waste.” The General Queen commented almost as if she was somehow disappointed while slowly pulling her weapon from his abdomen. The pained garbled sounds she elicited from him as the sharp piece of metal cut through him again brought a fair amount of satisfaction but she was not done yet. No.. not just yet.
Damen’s body slumped to the side and fell into a heap of flesh on the concrete beside her as he struggled to breath. The strength drained from him, the poor soul barely had the energy left to blink. It mattered little to the General Queen.
Kazenite knelt beside him with a curious tilt of her head “Believe me when I tell you that I will find every agent who has gone missing.” A bloody finger traced a thin line across his cheek in a touch typically reserved for lovers. “Every partner who has supposedly been killed in a fight against the rebellion yet you mysteriously got away.”
“I will torture every bit of information from them. And when I’m done…” Teal-blue ombre colored eyes locked with sapphire for the barest of moments when he side glanced up at her in response to her pregnant pause. “You will be the one to kill them” Too close to death, Kazenite could waste no more time in forcing copious amounts of chaos into his starseed. He failed as an agent in every possible way, but there were still avenues left open to force his cooperation; avenues such as youmafication.
Phact’s eyes watched as the events before her unfolded. The shock remained and her own colored appeared to drain as she saw the lifeblood of this man slip out of his body. Down the Queen’s weapon it ran, dripping on the ground between them. It matched only the blood that ran from Phact’s own leg keeping her pinned to the ground.
She couldn’t move. Unlike the agents around her, she couldn’t teleport. She was stuck at the will of the woman in front of her.
But Phact was also in awe as she watched the process unfold. In all her years she had seen many things. A youmafication in actions was not one of them.
“What is happening to him?”
From where she knelt beside the garbled screams of the man beneath her, Phacts disbelieving question fell upon deaf ears; not that the General Queen would have responded anyway. The Senshi of Doves would see soon enough, as would the agent beside her, what happens to traitors who help others defect to the other side.
Damen’s eyes snapped open suddenly as copious amounts of chaos flooded his starseed unrelentingly. His pupils had blown out wide engulfing the once charming color of his irises and sclera in complete blackness.
The bones in his jaw made a sickly cracking sound as they broke to make room for his elongated maw and extra rows of sharp teeth.
His back arched and fingers bent in unnatural ways. Sharp claw like talons grew from bloody fingertips ripping his nails from the cuticle in a manner that would make any normal person cringe.
When finally the flow of chaos energy began to ebb, and the grip Kazenite had on his seed began to loosen, did the former officer's manner n gushing cries begin to fade into a confused, disoriented, angry snarl as he lay in repose panting heavily.
“Now you have no choice but to obey me” the General Queen's voice was cold as the Arctic ice and so clear it left no room to doubt the gravity of her words.
Covered in the former officers blood Kazenite rose to her feet, and only then did she regard the Senshi of Doves where she sat upon the cold concrete. The officer she had brought had disobeyed her orders and would be dealt with accordingly later but for now… “Fly away little bird. Warn your comrades if you so wish. Tell them I am coming for what was once ours.” If Phact thought she would get far then she had another thing coming but masks had to be maintained in front of those she did not trust.
Her steady teal gaze then slid over to Sherwoods. A wordless conversation passing between them, one that warned the General to not question her actions and leave the senshi alone; for now at least. The tense air between them dissipated abruptly when the Queen turned towards Xyla, the corrupt guardian cat who wore a proud smile came trotting her way and the two disappeared leaving the aftermath of the brutal fight to be cleaned up by one of the Negaverse lackeys while the residents in the neighborhood slept comfortably in their beds, none the wiser of what happened save for those who found themselves startled awake by the gun going off.
Sirene Naiads
Finished
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