A new enemy? Or an ally? Saturn shows herself.
[The girl's steps are quick and silent, as she travels through the cave, not sparing a glance to either side. She has a mission, one she can't be distracted from. Not that there are many distractions, any interference in Saturn's path to her target is met with death. A neat little trail for anyone to follow her, if they dared.
She steps into the last chamber, her footsteps echoing as she walks now. She doesn't care, she's played through these scenes before. Her target will never turn to face her, and that suits her just fine. With Princess Sailor Moon's forces focused on keeping the other three soldiers, soldiers who could have been like Saturn, had they chosen the true path, it's only them.
The glaive is raised, and it pierces the target's armour easily, as if the plate is little more than tissue paper. Saturn stares at the blood that appears, noting how the target now jerks as pain floods her senses. Then Saturn twists the weapon, ripping it free with one smooth move. The target falls, bleeding out, and Saturn watches her. Death, life, they are both so similar. And yet Death will always win, as she has proven yet again.
This world is still too far gone to save though, Saturn notes, as she turns around, raising the glaive. It's simply the best idea to put it out of it's misery, kill the infection now. Pity it will kill the world too, but sacrifices must always be made. She's hums softly, closing her eyes as she prepares to drop the glaive.
Care to stop her? Or perhaps cheer her on?]
She steps into the last chamber, her footsteps echoing as she walks now. She doesn't care, she's played through these scenes before. Her target will never turn to face her, and that suits her just fine. With Princess Sailor Moon's forces focused on keeping the other three soldiers, soldiers who could have been like Saturn, had they chosen the true path, it's only them.
The glaive is raised, and it pierces the target's armour easily, as if the plate is little more than tissue paper. Saturn stares at the blood that appears, noting how the target now jerks as pain floods her senses. Then Saturn twists the weapon, ripping it free with one smooth move. The target falls, bleeding out, and Saturn watches her. Death, life, they are both so similar. And yet Death will always win, as she has proven yet again.
This world is still too far gone to save though, Saturn notes, as she turns around, raising the glaive. It's simply the best idea to put it out of it's misery, kill the infection now. Pity it will kill the world too, but sacrifices must always be made. She's hums softly, closing her eyes as she prepares to drop the glaive.
Care to stop her? Or perhaps cheer her on?]