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"If by 'drop in and say hi' you mean ' punch you in that handsome face of yours', then we can go with that," Tsui said, not at all intimidated by the rank increase he had experienced in the past few months nor the fact that she had no idea what the Senshi of Puppetry was capable of, magic-wise, though she knew she should have been. She had dusted a few youma before, enough to where she was confident in her own abilities, and after what Kallichore had told her of the Dark Mirror Court and everyone involved, there was no conflict ion within her, nor the confusion to weigh her down like last time. Oh, and of course the mysterious Prince Endymion, her ally, by her side.

Yes, to say that Tsui was feeling a little cocky was an understatement, but she was set on her path and there was nothing to be done to convince her otherwise (at least not with words). Without taking her golden eyes off of Remarque, she addressed Endymion, trying her best to sound respectful given his rank. "He's quick with his fists and has a lot of strength behind his punches, so he'll be dangerous at a close range. I hope your sword has a long enough range..."

She shouldn't have been 'tutoring' a Prince, Tsui thought, but she figured she'd try her best to prepare him for the fight ahead. Remarque may have let her go without too many scratches the last time, but that was likely because he had some hope of converting her. Now that he knew where her alliances were, she was sure that Remarque wouldn't show her much mercy this time. "Well, now or never. You take the left- I'll take the right."

And with that, she ran forward, her fists clenched but refraining from summoning her Tiger Fist Strike so soon. No, she went straight for Remarque with nothing but her fists and perhaps some bit of rage to accompany her. He was likely to dodge, but if Endymion was able to get a hit, then it would have been worth the effort...

Remarque was one to test the odds. He had been since he was too young to understand the dangers of what he was doing, and he was still doing it now. Tsui and her fists of fury? Piece of cake. Creep in a cape wielding a sword? Not a problem.

The Prince—poor, confused b*****d that he was—wasn't really Remarque's concern. He wasn't the one trying to punch his teeth in.

He was the lucky one.

On some vague level, Remarque wanted to think that Endymion wasn't a problem. Wanted to think that he would mind his own business and butt out while he had the chance. Remarque might not have understood the situation, but he understood that chaos was not supposed to fight chaos.

That didn't stop him from keeping his eye on the male, though with Tsui charging, he couldn't really afford too many distractions. She was just a basic senshi—and made it very clear that their last run in had not been sufficient to warrant any interest on her behalf.

He dodged her punch—only because it was easy to predict and he had seen his fair share of punches. "You're still as wet behind the ears as the day you first thought to attack me," Remarque growled, very shortly before he retaliated with his attack and drove his fist towards her stomach with great force. He wanted to chase her off before he massacred her, but—hell—she deserved a little bruising for this run-in.

And all he'd wanted was a little friendly chatter. The nerve.

MoonKitsune

ChibiGingi

The sword was a risk. Any jab could result in a cut, and he was in no way allowed to harm anyone on the Chaos side. As much as Beryl probably cared less about these pawns in her army, they were still HER pawns, and striking one down would result in a hell of a lot of trouble for him. It was messy, but it was also an opportunity to get another senshi on his side.

This was yet another performance.

Seething the sword, he moved in. Blunt force was best, and just bruising up the man a little for show would work better than putting him in any fatal or traumatic danger. The senshi on his side had missed her mark, rolled, and then kicked out. He wanted her move, but then as she took one side, he threw a punch at the Chaos Senshi's back, hoping it would floor him enough to get him to pin the boy and then leave.

As many times that Sailor Tsui had gotten herself into fights, some with impossible odds stacked high against her, she never really seemed to learn her lesson as far as picking her fights well, not did she seem to understand that the time to boast one's feat, such as successfully leg sweeping an Eternal ranked Senshi, was after the fight was done, as no sooner did she open her mouth to throw an insult at the Dark Mirror Senshi did his fist collide with her jaw. She was strong and nimble, but nothing could really prepare her for accuracy of that blow, as well as the force behind it, as she went tumbling backwards and fell flat on her back.

A great achievement was turned into a pretty humiliating set back, and Tsui often prided herself in how quickly she could bounce back from any predicament. Now would be no different, as the moment she flopped on her back, she jumped back to her feet... and immediately regretted it.

"Oh, someone tell the world to stop for a moment!" Tsui spat, trying to regain her balance and resorting to dropping down to one knee to get her bearings straight. She didn't think that Remarque had punched her that hard, then again, she swore she could feel a tooth loose in the back, though that could have been her imagination. "Oh, you'll pay for that, Remarque... once I get my equilibrium back..."

She said that with a low growl, looking towards the fight and trying to stay focused on her enemy, despite the dizzy spell that tried to keep her grounded. There was no point in rushing in until everything stopped spinning, but Tsui hated to wait...

With Tsui down, Remarque had thought the odds would be a little more in his favor. Unfortunately, that two-against-one mentality wasn't really doing him many favors and he took Endymion's hit—hard. While Remarque didn't like to think he had many tender points, too many hours slouching over and rifling through boxes in the past week had not done him any favors, and a burst of pain radiated from the Captain's blow. It wasn't enough to massively debilitate him, but it was enough to push him forward and with as off balance he'd been to begin with, the blow finally sent him towards the ground.

Theoretically, Remarque should have been able to catch himself with his hands, but if the ring had taught him anything, it was that you don't want to wind up on the ground, on your stomach—ever. Using his momentum, he offered a half-twist—just enough to have him land on his back.

His breathing was jostled for a few seconds after the landing, but at least he hadn't landed on his face or scratched up his hands in the landing. He'd take the bruising on his back, or the bumps on his elbows just to make sure that he was facing his opponents.

As long as he could see them, he wasn't helpless. He wasn't happy about being on the ground, but Jesus, they were ******** crazy. He'd take a few seconds to catch his breath and figure out just what the hell they were up to. And if they decided to keep pressing the matter? Well, hell. He still had a few tricks up his sleeves.

MoonKitsune

ChibiGingi

As the enemy senshi dropped, Endymion breathed out and regarded the boy on the floor. He could tell by the aura that this was not a normal senshi now and wasn't a weak one either. It would be a bad more to do anything to this senshi until he had more information, but he had already been told there were other fractions on the Negaverse side working with them. Numbers were key after all, and even Queen Beryl knew that an army needed weight.

Turning, he looked up to see Sailor Tsui race at him, sending magic up her arm and moving to the fallen senshi. He was rather alarmed she was going for a striking blow, but stepped in front of Remarque with his sword, seethed, out and set to block her.

"STOP!" He ordered.

Tsui was expecting Remarque to simply waltz out of the way in some flashy fashion, or perhaps he would take the blow and merely shrug it off given his rank and strength. But what she WASN'T expecting was Endyimion to intervene, and Tsui did everything she could to either stop her attack all together or divert it away from him. Not an easy task, given that once she was charging forward, she'd stick to that direction until she either hit something or she petered out. She tried to move, but she was bracing for impact none the less, even as she was able to swerve herself and her attack in a direction away from Endymion.

She went tumbling forward and rolling to a stop, her usual finesse when it came to sticking her landing gone. Dust and grass was thrown in the air, and though it took awhile, Tsui had managed to come to a halt, though at the cost of dirt under her fingernails and scraps all along her shins and knees. She gave a grunt, her attention completely diverted away from Remarque for the time being and looking to Endymion, trying not to sound TOO angry when she snapped. "W-what? Why? That was the perfect opportunity..."

One that she was certain she'd never get again, but she tried not to dwell on that too much. She hardly noticed the pain on her legs; it was easy to ignore such things when you were piping mad about other things. But she'd give him the chance to explain himself before she decided her next course of action...