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Chapter Four

The orange skinned creature knownas Thunderbird stood on the metal platform, her face twisted in a look of painand extreme concentration with her arms outstretched as far as possible, every muscle tightened. With her legs shoulder-length apart as if to increase the force, she channelled all her energy into the one orange translucent crystal, flecked with bits of red, before her.
Her hands were so taut that the ligaments and knuckles stood out, causing the skin to go nearly white in the points of high stress. Gritting her teeth with rage, she put all the energy she could into one last transfer of her own energy to the crystal.
The crystal she was so heavily focused on seemed to grow out of a metal podium, which in turn came up out of the platform on which she currently stood. From the podium hung many brightly coloured wires, connecting it to a circular machine that stood in the middle of the room. This machine was marked into three sections, and the orange coded side was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Suddenly everything began to power down, as the light from the machine began to dim. Thunderbird slumped down onto her knees, panting from the effort. Her hands now gripped to the edge of the crystal’s display as she attempted to stand again. If only she could give a little more effort, she could stand, and maybe complete her task. That’s all she wanted to do, that’s all she had to do, just stand up. Her muscles would not hear of it, however, shaking as she tried. If she could just continue a little longer…
“Ugh, why not!” she cried out as she finally gave up, letting her sweaty hands slide down the side of the podium. Slamming her fist against it, she silently admitted defeat by wrapping her arms around her knees.
A tapping noise broke the silence in the large room, quickly becoming louder before stopping abruptly. Thunderbird’s self pity would not be broken, though, not even for curiosity’s sake to see who or what had approached
“What’s with you?” asked Windfish, tilting her head with the question
“I hate when you do that,” Thunderbird snapped back.
“Hate what?”
“That tilty thing with your head,” she spoke through her teeth in irritation as her head sank back into her knees.
Windfish silently surveyed the area, having to come to her own conclusions without the cooperation of Thunderbird. “Ah, you were trying to make a clone as good as Shadowolf?”
“Screw you!” scowled Thunderbird, her head springing back up to deliver the childish blow.
“Oh, come on now,” Windfish dramatically threw her arms out. “You know what your dumb little mind couldn’t figure out? Shadowolf’s clone wasn’t any better than yours or mine. The clone just seemed better because she’s physically stronger than both of us.”
“Whoopdidoo. Do I care? No. I know we’re all supposed to be ‘equal’ somehow – I know that I’m faster than both of you, seeing that I always leave you two in my dust. But does that ever help? No! You and your whatever- your stronger powers, do you feel like that makes you equal to Shadowolf? Does it make it seem fairer to you?! I didn’t think so!! So bug off!”
Thunderbird had her arms in the air after talking with them, and was now panting due to her little scene. She didn’t like the little attention she seemed to be receiving from Windfish, so she reseeded once more into her shell.
Windfish crossed her arms smugly.
“She failed as well.”
Thunderbird jumped up suddenly, eyes wide. “What? REALLY!”
“Yup. Another simple thing you forgot to do – check the facts.”
“YES!”
Windfish shook her head, sighing. Thunderbird just continued to celebrate.
“This is great! This is grand! This is AMAZING!”
“Mm, maybe, but it’s not the best…”
Thunderbird’s face fell. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”
“Shadowolf is still Master’s favourite.”
It took a few seconds for reality to sink in, but when it did, Thunderbird’s expression changed drastically.
“Oh yeah… Back to cloning for us,” she grumbled.
Windfish slapped her forehead; dragging her hand all the way down her face to keep her herself from lashing out, but the action was in vain.
“You are a MORON! How much energy have you wasted trying to make a super clone?! There is a REASON I came to find the idiot they named Thunderbird. But alas, your insignificant mind missed yet another detail!”
Thunderbird growled, leaning down practically into Windfish’s face as she arched one eyebrow and slanted another. “What are you talking about?!”
“I’m talking about our shared passion for hating Shadowolf! We do both hate her, right?”
“Right.”
“And we both want to prove ourselves to be better than her to Master, riiiight?”
“Right…”
“And we both want her to fail horribly compared to us-“
“Get to the point, dumb ass!” Thunderbird thrust her fists down besides her, proving she was becoming impatient.
Windfish sighed. She hated trying to talk to the simple folk.
“If we work together on one mission-“
“NO! Nah-ah, ain’t going to happen fish face.”
“But you don’t understand!”
“Oh, I think I do, and I think it’d be much easier for me to make an ultra-clone than it’d be for me to work with YOU. I’d be better off killing all those insane, dirty Sailor Scrubs, even if I were surrounded by twenty of them who were foaming by the mouth, by myself, than I would be working on a simple spying job with you.”
As soon as Thunderbird took a step off the platform, Windfish grabbed Thunderbird’s ponytail violently, pulling her backwards hard enough to bend the fellow creature’ spine in the wrong direction. While Thunderbird kept mewling soft cries of pain, Windfish was finally given a chance to speak.
“Now you listen and you listen hard and well. If we are all equally matched, then the only way to defeat one is to put that one against two of the same. We can both fight her in a combined attempt, both search for the key, and both try to kill the Sailor Soldiers. This way we are guaranteed to succeed at one of our tasks. It’s better than wasting vast amounts of our energy in failed attempts at stronger clones.”
After pronouncing each word correctly with a harsh rhythm to show she meant business, Windfish let Thunderbird go. Thunderbird rebounded back like a spring, her teeth barred. Windfish let her peer’s brain take in the information and process it, waiting for an answer. At last it came out.
“Heeeyyy… you’re right! Yeah! Let’s do that! We’ll finally beat her!”
Windfish nodded with satisfaction.

“Thank you for flying Air Canada, we hope you had a pleasant flight. Merci pour volé sur l’Air Canada…”
A woman’s voice was just discernable through the fuzzy speakers, talking to the passengers as they collected their belongings and tried to cram their way through the tiny passageway. A teenage boy, about 16 years old, remained seated, unlike the rest. He was too good to try and shove his way through.
He could wait.
Finally, with nearly everyone off, he stood up, grabbing his suitcase out of the top compartment with a bit of a struggle before getting it to his side. By then, the last people were just getting off.
He slipped his dark fallen sunglasses back up his nose before walking, not looking anyone in the eye.
Through the hall and at last into the terminal of the huge airport, he weaved his way through the people to an empty bench. Sitting down with a heavy thump, he allowed himself to get comfortable.
He didn’t need to go to the turntable; the only suitcase he had brought was the one sitting beside him.
He didn’t need to hurry and catch a ride; he had no one to meet.
He had nothing to do but to sit there, eyeing the suspicious looking people. He did have a purpose there, a task that he had no idea how to pull off.
After all he’d done, couldn’t he figure this out?
He just sat there, thinking, while spreading himself out a bit to make sure no one else even thought of coming onto his bench.
How were you supposed to find someone who didn’t want to be found?

It was a gigantic, quiet room; the only sign of life was the soft buzz of electronics and the greenish, pulsing light of monitors. Besides the wall of screens that flickered every moment or so as their scenery changed, the room had a single item in it. An excessively tall, leather bound chair cast a shadow across the room as it blocked the light of the screens. Blood red fingernails tapped against the burgundy leather as its occupant became increasingly annoyed. She was facing the screens, and however unpleased she might have been with what she found on them, something else was gritting her nerves even more.
Somehow, it dealt with the man that stood at attention behind her chair; unable to see the woman he was currently nervous to the point of nausea about. Even if it weren’t the oversized chair that blocked her from view, the dim light of the monitors would have only allowed him to see a silhouette.
She, however, could see herself clearly in the mirror she used to spy on him. The purple veins under her sickly white skin were obvious, increasing in visibility when her main emotion, rage, increased in intensity. Her ruby red lips were pursed, and her uncovered eye was the lightest shade of blue. She’d almost look like a porcelain doll, if it weren’t for the unsettling mask that covered half of her face.
Her fingernail tapping quickened as she lifted her head from the hand she was leaning it against, laying her eye upon the cause of her irritation.
She let her crimson mirror fall to the ground, shattering on impact into thousands of tiny shards that were set aglow with eerie green light. It was a clear signal to the man behind her.
“I’m sorry my Queen.” The man took his cue, knowing her all too well. Stepping forward, he had his hand over his heart respectively, but his eyes showed the fear he wanted to conceal.
“You’d better be. This is disappointing indeed. Three failures…”
The man just swallowed.
“Your little creatures are doing a pitiful job. You’re wearing my patience thin.”
Her cynical voice rang out like an alarm.
“I’m sorry, my Queen. I just need to make them a little more powerful-“
“Silence! I don’t remember telling you, you could speak! Urufu, I foresee the permanent destruction of your creatures, possibly yourself as well. Stop the cloning. Next mission I want to see the real items out there. We already know the clones do nothing.”
“But my Queen, what if they are destroyed-“
“Hopefully they will be. Then I won’t have to deal with you and your petty projects.”
“But-“
“No buts. I don’t want to see you until the real creatures have been sent out. Stop wasting our time. We can’t wait for eternity, especially given the appearance of these Sailor Soldiers. If they fail, good. If they succeed, even better. Just do it."
“But my Queen-“
“Stop QUESTIONING ME!” she bellowed, but gained back her composure quickly.
“Send the real creatures out and succeed, or I’m sending the others out, and sending you to your workshop permanently. Find that KEY!”
The man bowed and crawled out of her site. She sighed, leaning back. Why did she ever give her precious power to him? She knew he wouldn’t succeed. She could easily do this on her own. However, she had trusted him and had no idea why.
Because his ideas were brilliant, slipped in a hoarse voice in her mind. We needed his creatures, and he needed our power.
“True,” she mumbled to herself. “But those creatures proved to be worthless.”
No, no, no, no, they weren’t completely worthless.
“No, no they weren’t,” the persuasive voice made her change her mind in an instant.
Those creatures helped us feel our way around, to know what we need and what will be in our way.
“Yes, helped us scan the area.”
Yes, helped us. And once they are completely destroyed by the enemy, he will be willing to continue helping us with a vengeance. The other creatures he is working on, that you ordered him to start, will not be worthless like the other three.
“No,” she said with a deep laugh, “It most certainly will not be.”
We will find the key, don’t you worry my child. It didn’t take much of my power at all to help Urufu. Like a drop of water in the ocean. We will find the key, and with it unlock the great dragon who will lead us to our victory!
“Yes,” she said unusually calmly, compared to the hissed voice in her head. “We will.”

“O-k,” Rei said with effort as she carried the blue box into the room. She let it fall onto the table, right before Renée, a little too hard.
“Umm, now can you tell me what the hell this is?” She asked, looking up at Rei with big eyes.
Rei sat down with her, tapping the blue box a few times before starting.
“Renée, I have to tell you something important. Now, there’s a bit of a problem going on with the Sailor Soldiers, and I think you should know. I trust you enough to tell you this.”
She glanced back and fourth, as if someone were eves dropping. Renée continued to stare at Rei with a look that showed Renée thought she was crazy.
“Now, you know the new enemy?” Rei whispered out, “well, Luna has this crazy idea that… you…. might be working for them…”
Renée sat there blank for a moment, soaking it in.
“So, you think I’m the bad guy?” she asked, squinting her eyes.
Rei hushed Renée’s casually loud voice, “no, I don’t, or else I wouldn’t be telling you this. But Luna does. And since she’s the brain of the operations, the other girls are suspecting it.”
Renée blinked a couple of times. “Is this how I broke my arm?” she asked, her voiced raised in volume, possibly by a whole octave as well.
“NO, no… well, yes, …maybe. Sailor- one of the Sailor’s thought you had attacked me.”
“Oh,” Renée grunted, knowing what had happened. Rei pushed the box towards Renée.
“That’s for you.”
Renée slit her eyes suspiciously and looked up at Rei. “You just finished saying I might be the enemy… then you give me a mysterious parcel. I bet it’s a bomb! Or a bribe. A bribe?”
Rei’s face fell in disbelief. “I try to do something nice! Look, I feel bad about the whole hospital thing. Yes, I feel bad,” Rei stopped to explain at Renée’s surprised face, “would you please just open it?”
The box was about one foot by one foot, and a deep navy blue. It looked like one of those boxes you’d get at the mall when you bought something expensive. After expecting it from all angles, twirling it once in a circle, and giving it a shake (which Rei cringed at, fearing for what was in the box,) Renée at last ripped the top open.
“Wow, tissue paper, it’s what I always wanted!!!!!”
Rei fell backwards onto the mat. “Stop doing this to me!!!” “Ok, ok,” Renée giggled as she threw the blue paper over her shoulder.
Underneath was an average pad of sketch paper, accompanied by a package of sketch pencils. They were simplistic, but to Renée they seemed to sparkle.
“These are gorgeous!” she gasped,” How DARE you spend so much money on me!!!”
Rei was shocked to see a very angry Renée, clenched fists and all. She couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, not until Renée shoved the box back to Rei.
“What, what are you talking about?” Rei asked, both surprised and disappointed.
Renée just shook her head defiantly.
“I’m not letting you spend all your hard earned money by wasting it on me and those gifts. You’ve already got me markers.”
“But those were barely 300 yen-“
“Nuh-un. Take it BACK.”
Rei sighed, her shoulders slumping. “But Renée, I can’t-“
“You MUST!”
“But-"
“NOW.” “RENÉE! Stop! You don’t understand! Those things were on sale at the art shop I pass on the way home from school! I can’t take them back, final sale! And mind you, I got it all for a very good price! More than the markers, yes, but still very cheap! There, you happy! Now I feel cheap! GET WELL SOON!!!!”
She glared at Renée, trying to control her breath again.
Renée sat there, before smiling sheepishly. “Oh, heh heh heh heh, well, then, whoops! I guess I’ll just take that now-“ Renée slid the box back to her side of the table.

“Oooh, come here come here!” cried an excited Thunderbird. As soon as Windfish came over, she grabbed onto her hand and started jumping up and down.

“What! What is it! Ow, you’re hurting me!”
“Look, look at the screen! In Shadowolf’s recording! What her clone saw! Look!”
Thunderbird hit the rewind button, finding the right spot.
“There!” she slammed the pause button, and then pointed to something.
“What? I don’t see anything,” Windfish groaned.
“No, look. The blue Sailor Soldier next to that big, weird purple one? She is being all cautious about her before she used her powers of mist! It’s a missstery! Get it? She made it all misty… and… stuff…” Thunderbird slowly came to a stop as she saw the look Windfish gave her.
“Stop being stupid,” Windfish turned, but glanced over her shoulder once more, “if that’s possible.”
“No, no, serious! Look!” She rewound it a bit further before pressing play.
“See! There!” she pointed at Sailor Mercury, then to Sailor Kitty, “she, as in the blue one, doesn’t let her, as in the purple mutated one, out of sight until the very last moment, when it’s too foggy to see!”
“You’re point?”
“It gave me an idea! What if we morphed our clones into Sailor Soldiers, turning them all against each other!”
“That’s not going to work,” Windfish muttered while walking away.
“Oh c’mon! It’ll work perfectly! We’ll pick the two most evil looking ones and go out as them! They shouldn’t be too hard to pick out, although they are all girls, so none of them will have sinister looking moustaches- either way. It’ll work like a charm.”
Windfish breathed deeply, trying to remind herself why she was working with the fellow monster. “They all get along and constantly act companion like. As usual, your plan is useless. It will never work-” Windfish stopped dead in her tracks as something resurfaced in her mind.
“Wait a minute… Let me recheck another video, but if I’m correct, you might be on to something, which is a first. But there must be a first for everything. My God, Thunderbird on to something… the universe must be out of balance,” Windfish insulted her co-worker non stop until she reached her destination; a shelf of videos. It was clear they had been searching for the ‘key’ for quite sometime, with the vast amount of visual data labelled and sorted onto the shelf. Windfish quickly found what she was looking for, reviewed it in another machine as Thunderbird easily kept herself occupied, and at last returned to the creature who was currently cleaning out her ear.
“For the first time in your short, worthless existence, you were correct,” Windfish reluctantly admitted. “I remember on my meeting with the Sailors overhearing something.”
She popped the tape into the screen Thunderbird sleepily leaned over now, showing her what her own clone had seen.
“After I trapped those three Soldiers in a bind,” she pointed out Sailor Moon, Mercury and Jupiter, “I waited in the forest to ambush any others that came along. But,” she waited and pointed out Sailor Kitty approaching, “I did not ambush that one, since I realized the position I was in would have been to noisy to attack from, and that staff she held had a dagger end I was afraid of. So I tried to make my way further down the path, finding a perfect branch to perch on, since I assumed they’d follow the direction I disappeared in. However, I moved slowly at the beginning, being closer to them and afraid of being noticed. I ended up over hearing the one dressed in blue talk to the one that appears out of place, the ‘purple’ one. It seems to be that she is a new addition, and with those two facts; the fact that she’s new and the fact that she appears mutated,” Windfish had to explain, picking up that the blank face of Thunderbird meant she did not understand. Windfish starred at her for a few moments, waiting for a question, or even a signal to continue, but when the blank look remained, she carried on anyway.
“As I was saying,” she said slowly, hoping to get across to the numb mind before her, “It’d be worth a try. Not like we have anything else to try. Maybe we could pull it off…”
“The red one! I want to be the red one! FIRE!” Thunderbird shouted.
“No you FOOL! She’s not out of place at all, they’ll become suspicious then!” Windfish threw her arms out, angry.
“Ooohhh,” Thunderbird clued in at last, tapping her chin with her index finger in an attempt to look intelligent.
“We can only do one Sailor, we don’t have enough energy. Plus, it is going to have to be the one they know least about, or trust the least. Are best chances are to go with the new one. I’ll be the ‘purple’ one.”
”But… but… what do I do then?” Thunderbird pouted, looking as if she would cry.
“You can go out as well, but as yourself. If it works, you can be the red one next time,” Windfish compromised, knowing that if it ever came to that, there would be no next time for her ‘partner’.
“HURAH!” Thunderbird danced around, as Windfish rubbed her temples. She wished she could just slap her and get out of there, but they had work to do.

Minako threw the ball into the air, before bringing her arm down onto it so hard it just slid over the net with a spin and landed neatly in the sand of the opposite court. She sighed and walked under the net to get the ball and serve again.
She had been practicing for some time on the deserted beach volleyball court, trying to get her mind off of everything.
When the last ball was sent over with a cry from Minako, the calm of the early morning set in again. She could hear distant birds chirping, and knew it would be a good hour before the sun rose high enough to warm everything up again. Minako shivered.
The Sailor business was bothering her. First of all, the monsters were wearing on her nerves. They’ve fought them three times - who knows how many times they’ve attacked some civilians without her knowledge - and still had no idea about where they came from or what they were.
Then there was Luna’s proposal of Renée being the enemy. Minako squeezed the volleyball in her hand. She wished she knew Renée better, so it’d be fairer to judge. But she didn’t, so Minako remained neutral. Renée wasn’t friend or foe at the moment.
Minako hoped that would change as she sent the ball over the net again.

Makoto took a long sip out of her drink before answering Ami.
“I don’t know myself, Ami, I don’t really think she’s the enemy. And she won’t be until someone proves it to me.”
Ami nodded. “You’re right, I was pretty sceptical when Luna told me at first. I’m willing to be suspicious of her, but I will not assume she is evil until we get good evidence.”
“Yeah. It’s almost like Luna’s prejudging Renée. Do we have to talk about this at the mall? It kinda ruins the mood.”
“Well it’s not like I have any purpose here.” Ami stuck her nose back in the book she had been reading. “I told you to try and get hold of Minako and Usagi again.”
“I did! I don’t know where anyone else is… they’ll be peeved when they learn we went to the mall without them.”
Just then Makoto got a quick flash of a bad vibration.
“Did you feel that?” Makoto lowered both her head and volume, just to make sure only Ami heard what she said. Ami nodded.
“Come on,” Ami harshly whispered back, “out that door.”

Minako spiked another ball, but it went at a weird angle and bounced onto the pavement, and around the corner of the public washrooms.
“No!” Maniko cried, “Ugh, I don’t want to get that.”
Walking slowly after it, Minako found the runaway ball leaned up against the swings. That’s when she heard the voice.
“Damn Windfish, she thinks she’s soooo great! I’ll be the purple one, I’ll fight at the mall, you go to a schoolyard. There are lots of kids there! Well guess WHAT Windfish! There isn’t one! ONE!!!”
Minako pressed her back against the tiny brick building, turning the corner first as to not be seen. The voice sounded strange, and the content of the speaker’s rant was definitely unsettling. She peeped around the corner, seeing a creature similar to the one that had busted her chest in what seemed like ages ago.
You’re mine, she promised the monster in her mind, her eyes becoming slits as she reached for her transformation pen. When seeking revenge, dig a grave! You are done, monster!
“Venus Star Power, Make-up!”
“Whoa, who’s there?!” questioned the monster, her head perking up at the first sign of a threat. She squeezed her volleyball weapon with each individual finger nervously, her eyes shifting all over the place. That voice was definitely not one of a 5 year old, like she had been expecting.
Minako proudly turned the corner; smiling with the thought of the days she did this alone and with the taste of vengeance near.
“It’s me, loser, Sailor V! AKA Sailor Venus, the soldier of love, justice and beauty! I’ll show you how to really use that ball. I’ll pound you into the ground with it! A pretty suited Sailor Soldier, Sailor Venus! In the name of love and justice, I’ll beat you at your own game!”
Thunderbird moaned, pulling on her cheeks. “Why do you guys always appear by coming around the corner of brick buildings? Remind me to stay away from them…”
“I’m here to protect, and get revenge for that giant bruise I got from one of your friends. Get over here, punk!” Sailor Venus jumped up and tried to land a kick in the monster’s face.
“AH!” the monster screamed in a very high pitch. “HELP! WINDFISH!”
Thunderbird ran out of the playground and veered down the street towards the mall.
“Oh no you don’t! Get back here!” Sailor Venus shot out, in hot pursuit.

When Ami and Makoto had made it out of the mall, the back of a female figure, wearing a silver body suit and a purple skirt, greeted them. The girl was extremely tall, somewhat muscular, had a tail with matching cat ears and even an authentic cast on her right arm.
“What?!” cried Makoto.
Windfish twitched her new tail a bit, trying to heighten the suspense. She turned slowly, smiling in satisfaction.
The plan, it may actually work! She thought. This is great!
“Renée,” Ami tried to reason, “is there another monster around here? What’s going on?”
Windfish couldn’t help but giggle at her success.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” she toyed with them, pointing behind her with her thumb. There lay a handful of several limp figures, shopping bags spread all across the walkway.
“If a monster is someone who does that, well, then, heh!” she closed her eyes, crossed her arms and lifted her chin with pride.
“None of them had the key, so if you don’t mind removing yourself from my path…” Windfish motioned to Makoto and Ami.
“Why… why would you do this to us!” Ami yelled, unable to cover up the pain from betrayal as her volume rose with the second part of the sentence.
Windfish just wouldn’t stop smirking, a fact that bothered the two soldiers present. Her ignorance, her careless attitude, and her ability to hurt others deliberately… it was an unpleasant eternity before Windfish gave a thought-out response.
“It’s the way we had planned it.”
“You aren’t getting away with this!” shouted Ami, pulling out her own transformation pen and backing up into the mall doors. Makoto followed suit.
“Where you going, hey?” taunted the new Sailor Kitty. “Afraid that everyone’s gonna know your secret?!”
Inside Windfish was actually glowing at this discovery. She wasn’t planning on crossing the path of two unprepared Sailor Senshi. They had to be Sailor Senshi, if they new so much about the character she was currently playing. Their identities could be very important information for the Master; she was ecstatic with the fact.
Ami glanced around, coming to the unfortunate conclusion that Renée had knocked out, scared away, or even killed anyone who was outside on this particular side of the mall. Making a few strides to have her back to the cement wall, just to be certain nothing was seen through the glass doors, she shouted her war cry with her arm outreached.
“Mercury Star Power, Make-up!”
A bright blue aurora fluttered over her before disappearing. Transformed as Sailor Mercury, she looked even angrier.
“I am the pretty suited Sailor Soldier, Sailor Mercury! In the name of love and knowledge, I’ll wash you away for the injustices you have committed!”
Following Ami’s lead, Makoto shouted “Jupiter Star Power, Make-up!” Transformed in the same glow of light as Ami, green shot out over her and disappeared nearly instantly.
“I am the pretty suited Sailor Soldier, Sailor Jupiter! In the name of love and protection, I will kick your traitor ass!”
Sailor Mercury started powering up first, but Sailor Jupiter stepped out in front of her.
“You already got a shot at her arm, I want a turn now,” she barked, preparing herself to attack.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Windfish grinned. She got a better grip on her fake staff and copied Sailor Jupiter’s pose.
“You think you are so tough!?” Jupiter teased, “fight me like a real monster, and get rid of that staff! You’re going down for what you’ve done!”
Windfish tossed the staff aside carelessly, not removing her eyes from those of Makoto. Sailor Jupiter gave a cry, leaping up while swinging the first kick.

Thunderbird ran faster than ever, being able only to hear her own footsteps and raspy breathing, a result of her fear. That blond ditz barely behind her was out for some serious revenge.
“Run all you can, you can’t escape the chain of love! Venus Love-Me CHAIN!”

Thunderbird jumped with precision, avoiding the chain, THIS time. However, she was covered in painful whip marks where Minako’s chain had connected with her from only moments before. She started to wail.

“WHY couldn’t I be the purple one?!”

Sailor Jupiter and the Fake Sailor Kitty had been duelling it out for the past ten minutes. Windfish had a few bruises here and there, and even a bleeding lip from a well placed punch. She was breathing hard, but was still rearing to go.
Sailor Jupiter, on the other hand, was scratched, cut and bleeding all over. Breathing hard, she took up her ready stance again, but wasn’t sure how long she could keep going. She wouldn’t let Sailor Mercury help – she wanted to finish the liar off herself, so she had to go as long as the traitor did.
Sailor Kitty was a good fighting opponent, but had so many advantages it wasn’t fair. Makoto had been scratched deeply by her long claws and even strangled with her tail until she had heeled Sailor Kitty right in the curve of her foot. Her height and weight was an advantage, too. She was just lucky she hadn’t been bitten yet by the rabies infested fleabag.
"You done yet?” Windfish said easily, as if she had no care in the world.
“I’m… I’m just getting started!” Jupiter said with a struggle.
Suddenly thundering footsteps were heard.
“Windf-“ Thunderbird caught her mistake in time. No one had turned to look at her when she had yelled out.
“Kitty!” shouted Thunderbird at last, much louder than before. “HELP ME! This one is CRAZY!”
She was finally able to dash behind Windfish, using her as a human shield.
“What the hell is this?” Minako cried, sliding to a stop.
“We’re out of here,” Windfish said stately. Windfish and Thunderbird vanished.

“What’d you do that for?” shouted Thunderbird, “We nearly had them!”
“It’s more effective if we let them fight amongst themselves. We’ll come back when the real Sailor Kitty appears. They’ll all be so afraid of her, we’ll-“
“SNEAK ATTACK THEM FROM BEHIND!” Shouted Thunderbird so enthusiastically; she fell to her knees with her arms in the air.

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