Earth was a world of weaklings and fools, of quivering insects set to be devoured and even as she rounded on her next target, Lead Crow knew the truth - none of them would live.
Her assault had been sudden, dramatic. Ordinary day to day life transformed in an instant to a scene from a war. The civilians had been given no warning, had been decimated, devastated, destroyed, and not a one fought back. They cried, they begged, but none fought and the very thought that they would leave this place, would heal and live and breath and love and forget without ever once earning their selfish peace.
Long swallowed hatred had finally clawed itself free of her throat, had cracked her ribs and burst from her chest, a supernova waiting to happen. She was unraveling, yes, but the humans would not see her pyre.
Again the bracelets were raised, again the golden glow grew, again -
Sailor Lead Crow was thrown back, energy without heat nonetheless scorching feathers and burning against her skin. She did not lose her footing. She did not fall to her knees, did not give beneath pressure, did not cry out, but raised her face to the sun and the Senshi and she laughed.
Blood dotted lips spread in a grim smile. The bait she had laid out so carelessly had caught hold of a prize nonetheless, and it was time to cut loose her hapless help. Three simple words are all she spares for Sailor Uranus.
It was not honorable to strike at an opponent’s back, to slay the pitiful as they fled, but Lead Crow was self destruction incarnate, not a soldier. There were no lines she would not cross, a point made abundantly clear as she gathered her own strength and let cry an attack to fell not the Soldier of Uranus but the fleeing civilians.
Around her upheld fist energy swirled once more, the power of wind and weather held fast by her will until she flings her body forward, arm outstretched, hands curled like talons as her attack is launched from her grip.
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