A Question of Force...

“What in the Hells are you waiting for?!” a booming voice shouts over a loudspeaker. “Move out of the FRETHING WAY!!”

Now, the winged women of the group here know at least the basics about the figures they’re trapped between right now. Their adopted family had redressed their lack of “pop culture” learning, once they got the chance. While not exactly avid comic book readers of tabletop war game players, the sisters had touched on the subjects in one fashion or another. For instance Rei here had to learn at least something about various characters and scenes she’d been commissioned to draw as an artist, a favorite hobby of hers. And given the fact that through the genetic tweeks done to them all as their DNA was formed in some kind of beaker back at NERV, their photographic memories would/could NEVER forget a piece of information once picked up!

Uncle Elrondir had been something of a Warhammer 40k enthusiast and of course had shared the backstory of some of his more prized toys with his nieces there. Not enough to instantly tell the girls just who this Terminator armor wearing warrior was, just that the Eye of Horus on the armor meant the guy belonged to Warmaster Horus’ legions...

And the Warmaster had turned on the Emperor of Mankind in the story, turning to the evil Chaos Gods and very much in the end playing the role of Lucifer, the fallen Arch Angel found in various Christian/Judeo (and Islamic for completeness sake) texts...

They did not want to deal with the guy, basically. To possible for the guy to be a menace! Maybe, anyway. The guy looks like he’s been through a Hell of a fight anyway and by teh looks of it is still game for some more, ready to dish it out. Very doable, that last part, considering that these battle suits were reputedly originally intended to work inside such environments as nuclear reactors . . .which were still ACTIVE.

Tough stuff, Terminator armor!

But apparently, for whatever reason, wishes to wage battle upon what he considers a more worthy target than the obviously unarmored group between him and his armored foe: the fugitive from the Iron Man movie!

That might mean the fellow in the Terminator armor isn’t really an enemy, but then again the guy might be just saving them for desert.

That is how things sometimes work in the Hell mouth . . .and Warhammer 40K!

We all know this and it’s been said already in one fashion or antoerh. Just bears repeating, that’s all. If only for clarification’s sake, anyway for those who’ve just joined us.

As for the guy in the Iron Monger armor? Well, the girls had at least seen the movie Iron Man! Maybe it’s not as tough as the Terminator armor chap, but it can fly! It has actual energy weaponry (Terminator armor guy isn’t).

And given the fact that during this particular eldritch Halloween night in the Hellmouth meant that whether or not such flying armor is possible or not in “real life” is . . .irrelevant.

It is not something the girls and guys caught between the two Titans and so . . .they get the BLAZES out of the way as the fight commences!

Some (like the high born airhead lady who’s unfortunately occupying Buffy’s old body) have to be herded in the right direction to where the others are heading.

It is too violent and chaotic to now stop peacefully, the fight between Terminator Armor chap and Iron Monger monstrosity. Getting WAY too out of hand, this fight. Already have some massive property damage (and fires) going on here.

And only now do the heroes understand just how MUCH damage has been going on before now between these two Titans. Even if ONE side appears from where the heroes stands to be holding back for whatever reason, this cannot be allowed to continue on.

“Nothing like this happened the last Time around!!” Xander shouts after putting the unconscious form of Willow down on the ground, pointing back the way they’d ran. “Much more of this and SunnyHell’s gonna be a crater in the ground! We gotta do something besides . . .are those Star Trek phasor rifles there?!”

Pulled from varous pouches of the First Children's bodies looking TOO small to possiblely be able to hold them, the energy weapons are now making an appearance.

The grim nodding by the various Champions confirms Xander’s query. Some are newer versions (higher tech) versions of said scifi weaponry, but Xander’s on the money.

They have a bit more of a reach than the puny little derringer phasor he'd been handed before all this. That and a bit more of a punch, I dare add!!

Xander would also be on the money if he’d ask them about the setting on the weapons being something not normally used . . .on living matter, anyway.

Well, not by the Feds in the later day, more politically correct series, anyhow....

“Phasors on disintegrate,” Rei says softly. “It’s time to end this. It's come to this, for God's sake...”

Costume possessed innocents or not, this is too deadly to let continue. To end this madness, two more will have to die here . . .

“Let . . .me try something first before it comes to that,” the Prince of Earth says, concentrating on something. A powerup sequence worthy of an anime show goes on then, between both Sailor Moon (Setsune) and the Prince of Earth and THEN...

And suddenly there is something of a barrage of roses in the air disorients both combatants long enough for Sailor Moon’s magic to subdue the combatants. Not saying that they KILL the combatants (or cure the costume curse). No, THAT would take too long and besides they’d need to be held still for the magic spell to work upon them (and the combatants were moving too much to cooperate anyway).

Instead, while almost actually magically spent Setsune actually manages (with an assist from her husband) to magically FUSE the power armor’s joints up, making the combatants prisoner within their own armor.

And thus showing that while the Champion’s of Terra Prime might have the edge on certain things

And no longer menaces to those about them...at least until the spell wears off, that is...

My, don’t the combatants swear up a colorful storm, even from THIS distance!!

“You’ve just got to teach me how to do that someday!!” Lilith blinks, admiration VERY present within her voice.

Terra Prime might have a bit over on some things from the Moon Kingdom (they did tip the balance in that fracas with Queen Beryl and such), but STILL this kind of shows that not EVERYTHING was all in Terra Prime’s corner. SOME things the Moon Kingdom still outstripped Terra Prime, magic know how wise anyway...

"Merciful Moon!" the Sailor Senshi mutters, spent. "What were those armors MADE of?!"

1. “Let’s get to Ethan’s and end THIS madness before they get free,” Setsuna mutters tiredly, leaning on her Keystaff. “And before something Else goes wrong tonight!”

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