Subject: [FFML] Re: [FanFic][SM] Nuke 'Em 'Till They Glow!! Ch.10 P.2 (13/??)
From: "DB Sommer" <sommer@3rdm.net>
Date: 1/22/2002, 5:14 PM
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And getting on to the next part already:



    "ONE!" Catseye shouted, and chucked the first volley of knives.

    Terra watched the throw pattern and saw that they were
designed to just barely miss her.

I have a feeling that pattern will change momentarily.



    Catseye pulled out a third set of knives. This time, there
was a much stronger gleam in his eye than during the other throws.

    Hermione stood up from the front row of the bleachers and
declared, "Stop! There is a deadly toxin on those blades!"

Hermione; I reigster it as nicotine

Catseye: That's because I was smoking when I held them earlier, you twit


    The ringleader laughed and threw his daggers. "THREE!"

    That was when the ex-galactic destroyer knew something was
up. She saw that the knives were aimed for critical areas of her
body: her heart, her neck, and both eyes. She also could sense the
poison coating the blades. It was a rare neurotoxin that could
easily render a girl, or a pack of elephants for that matter,
twenty kinds of dead before she or they even felt the prick of the
knife. Nasty stuff. Catseye was a lot more intelligent than for
what she had given him credit.

True


    <Another assassination attempt! Red alert! Shields up!>

So others have tried to kill her before?


    By the time the Sailor Chibiscouts finished transforming, Terra
had already gone through hundreds of battle scenarios and had tackled
the problem of how to defend herself.

    She couldn't use her _real_ power, due to the risk of exposing
herself, and her Knight in Shining Armor was being unresponsive. She
couldn't teleport him in. It'd look weird

You can say that again.



    The girl bowed her head and focused her energies toward the
broken prism she still had clipped to the front of her dress. Inside
the closed pendant, the little bits of pink crystal reformed around
the core.

This should be fun.


    The Younger Inner Senshi ran to stand between Catseye and
Terra. The ringleader's two sailor-suited companions stood behind
him, immobile.

    As their training had brainwashed them into doing,

Heh. Nice way to phrase it

 >
    "--challenge you, the ringleader of this no-good, low-down
circus," Chibivenus turned her head and spat, "to come up with better
acts!" She impatiently tapped her thumb against the palm of her other
hand. "Practice, rinse, repeat! Break an arm! Stage on! In the words
of the Great Venusian Philosopher, Al, cry DISCO, and release the
clowns of yore!"

I think she lost it somewhere in there.



    "Soap Bubbles," Sailor Chibimercury began, building up a blue
glow around her, "Spray!"

    A splattering of slippery foam splattered across all of the
Chibisenshi.

Heh. Nice way to worm their way out.



    Super-Duper Sailor Chibimoon crouched down and followed up with
a spinning, flaming uppercut that fried its way from Catseye's sternum
up to his chin. "Shroy-you-ken!"

Heh

    Super-Duper Sailor Chibimoon stood up as tall as a ten-year-old
girl could, cracked her knuckles, then placed her left thumb and
index finger at the crescent moon on her tiara. In a smooth, upward
motion, she slipped it off and held it out in her hand where it
became a bright disc of light. With a satisfied grin, she questioned
Catseye, "Hey, clown! Ever dance with a Sailor in the pale Earth-
light?"

Nice paraphrase


    "Of course!" agreed Sailor Jares.

    Terra held out her hand and fired the disc toward Catseye,
aiming low to ensure that he would have a most excruciatingly slow
and painful death.

Nice touch



    *Vrr-click!* A five-foot extension shot out from the handle
of Super-Duper Sailor Chibimoon's wand, allowing her to grip it
with both hands. The crystal topping the staff flattened, and two
sharp, golden wings grew upwards. One wing was longer and curved
toward the other, which was short and jagged, like a dagger.

    "The Pink Sugar Cardiac Arrest Glaive!"

Just plain evil.

    "Two!"

    Herc and the guards rushed in from the circus tent entrance.

    "THREE!" Althea called. "RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!"

Smart move


    Super Sailor Chibimoon halted her energy-charging efforts and
held her staff high. "DEATH PINK-RIPPING SILENCE SUGAR-GLAIVE
REINCARNATED DANCE DANCE BLACK WALTZ REVOLUTION SURPRISE WITH A
QUANTUM SINGULARITY ON TOP! FIFTH MIX!!! HA-CHI-CHI-CHAAAAAH!"

I think that will do it all right.


    A latticework of fractures went up the walls and floors. There
was not a surface in the entire pavilion that wasn't cracked,
splintered, or otherwise mutilated.

    "Ulllllpphhh," Sailor Jares groaned, tossed aside underneath
the bleachers like a crumpled-up cardboard cup.

Well, at least she's still alive.


    "It's her," Sailor Akis confirmed. She pushed herself up on
her hands. "She's just imitating Saturn's powers. We can still get
her, though! I can feel it!"

Such delusions. Poor Akis



    The girl stopped.

    Terra felt her heart rate slow. Her staff suddenly started to
feel very heavy to her. Resisting the sensation, she tore her gaze
away from the mirror and struggled back into her combat stance.

Hmm. Odd


    Her vision blurring, her senses fading, and her central nervous
system shutting down, the girl collapsed into the outstretched arms
of a pale young woman in a black dress.

Hmm.


...

To be continued...

Okay, anyone see that one coming? (raises a hand)

As I mentioned before. No knowledge of SM, so it did. *Shrug*

Nice work. Lots of action kept things fast paced. Didn't see any grammar
errors. Nice work once again.

D.B. Sommer

Big thanks go out to the prereaders:

Jason Hanks!
Tefloncat!
Jason Liao!

And David Choi for giving me that one last public comment on the
section.

As always, any and all comments and/or suggestions are greatly
appreciated.

BTW, we're still working on Heart of Sugar. It's just that SIs are
so horrendously easy to botch, and I'd much rather get it right
the first time. (Plus, I've got essays due, exams, etc. You get
the idea.)

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