Amazonite could not help but feel smug about her prospects. Ever since her promotion to General, it felt as if everything was going her way. If the half-youma Lieutenant she’d used as a subject had complained, nothing had come back to her--perhaps he had made the smart decision not to report her, or perhaps no one had deemed it to be of merit. She was a higher ranked officer, after all, and no real harm had been done.

The good news was, she was a General now, and that meant that she could prowl the shadows with a pair of fine magic chakrams that would shred flesh and shock anyone who happened to touch them. A symbol of power befitting her new rank.

And, even better, she could taste the vulnerability of a basic Senshi on the wind. Or, well, she could feel the aura, and a basic was, of course, utterly helpless against a General. So she would have to track this Senshi down, and perhaps she would bring them in for corruption, and perhaps she would kill them. It all depended on how much they impressed her.

Izanami could feel the General’s aura approaching. There was nothing for her to do but start running, although she knew it was likely hopeless. She’d never even come close to a Negaverse General before; there was the Captain that had menaced her before she Awakened, but she’d never faced anyone stronger, and the prospect was even less appealing when she considered the way her magic liked it splutter and gutter and fizzle out.

She could not risk it spluttering when she was faced with a monster who could gut her as easily as breathing.

So she ran, and hoped that the General got bored of pursuing before she decided to make Izanami fight for her life. She couldn’t die out here--there was someone at home who needed her. She refused to let her little sister go back to their parents; more than that, she refused to let Hinata be left wondering where she was. It wasn’t fair, to her little sister who was practically a daughter to her. She had to escape, somehow--but she couldn’t think of a way, except for hoping and praying that her magic decided to be effective for once.

Amazonite prowled closer, until the Senshi was in her sight, and she grinned, broadly. She recognized that cloud of white hair--this was the pretty little firestarter that had nearly lit her ablaze a few months ago. Yes, Amazonite knew what she wanted with this one.

Teleportation was trivial now, and she popped in front of the Senshi, relishing the panic on her face. “Hello there, firebug,” she said, twirling her chakram around a finger. “Do you remember me? Because I remember you, and I think you’ll make a fine prize for the Negaverse.”

Then, with a slightly mad laugh, she launched herself forward, dismissing her weapons. No need to risk doing too much damage to this one; she would go for the starseed and haul her unconscious body back to Negaspace for corruption. Undoubtedly, she would be more useful to them alive and in black.

Izanami had been ready for the General to threaten her life. It was what she expected, honestly, especially since she definitely recognized this woman--the very selfsame Captain that had once menaced her, except now she was stronger and, it seemed, fully mad.

She was not prepared for the threat to corrupt her.

That was so, so much worse. To be hauled off and made into a servant of the Negaverse--to be remade as a monster, some sort of weapon for them to use—

No. She could not allow it. She would not allow it.

“Stay away from me,” Izanami growled, and she moved backwards, to give herself more space.

She could feel the fire rising inside her, with her panic and her fury.

She could feel it bubbling and boiling, her magic bursting at the seams, eager to pour forth and drive this monster back.

She would not be prey. She would not be a monster. She would not be Amazonite's toy.

"Cremation Blaze!" She held up her hand, and swept it at the approaching General, and a wall of blue fire burst forth, with enough force to knock her back. It felt like all the energy went out of her all at once, in one spectacular explosion of power and fury and fear, and she struggled to stay upright.

This had to work. The General had to be driven back. Izanami did not have anything more to give--she knew that for certain. Her magic guttered inside her, and her heart raced with panic.

Amazonite was prepared to tank through the Senshi’s magic. Most Senshi barely had anything to give, but she should have known. This one burned, and that was why she was so interested in her.

So the rushing wall of blue fire swept forward and consumed her, and Amazonite screamed her agony to the heavens. She crumpled to her knees, gasping for a breath that didn’t burn, and praying for the pain to go away. Even with her bodysuit, the heat was enough that she felt as if she had been cooked alive. And yet she was still breathing--somehow--which meant that she could come back, again. Because she needed to get her hands on this Senshi. She needed to see her remade. She needed to see what that fire would burn, if it was powered by Chaos.

She gave a hacking cough, and looked up, focusing her eyes on the Senshi.

“Lucky twice, girlie,” she coughed. “But I’ll find you again. You won’t be lucky a third time.”

With that, she teleported away. She had to return to Negaspace, to try and recover.

Izanami took a gasping breath, and once the General vanished, she let all the energy go out of her limbs. She fell to her knees with a sad little fwump, legs splaying out under her. She felt exhaustion creeping up on her, which wasn’t good at all--she couldn’t risk passing out here, where it was terribly dangerous. But she also knew she couldn't make it home.

So she went to the only place she could think of.

She fumbled for her Senshi phone, the one Julienne had given her, and pulled up the app that would take her to her planet. And she focused, and she let herself be carried to space.