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A few days later, Katsuko was walking Usagi and Mamoru home, her eyes continually on the lookout for more creatures. They hadn't seen any since that day, but everyone was on the alert. No one walked alone, especially at night.
"Katsuko-chan, you shouldn't be by yourself going home," Mamoru told her. Usagi nodded her agreement.
"Don't worry, milord. You have your princess to look after and I...I have a prince to get back to. Oyasumi-nasai."
Katsuko left quickly before they could protest. She wasn't sure if the beasts would come back after such a loss in ranks, but if they did, they would face the wrath and rage of Sailor Monarch and Sailor Monarch only. The streets were quiet, the only sounds were her footsteps.
Then....laughter, a slow maniacal laughing that built up behind her. She turned, but no one was there, just the sounds of chuckling. Katsuko spun and ran, but the laughter followed, chasing her down the street.
Come on, Katsuko taunted silently as she flew on lean brown legs. Cone on. Show yourself.
She kept running, the laughter getting closer. She raced past the bushes Rei had chased one of the dark beasts earlier and on an impulse headed straight for them. Maybe there was a chance...a chance that SHE was there. Crashing through the trees, Katsuko transformed, not wanting to waste time. She stood in the clearing, defensive stance, spear in hand, wings spread.
"Lynx!," she shouted. "Show yourself!"
The laughter subsided, then she spoke.
"Ah, Monarch," she sighed. "Why do you sound so angry? I have yet to harm you."
Sailor Monarch's eyes darted around in the darkness, but could detect no movement, only the wind through in the leaves. "What are you doing here, Lynx?" She kept her fear and sadness from her voice. "Why are you attacking us?"
Lynx chuckled. "So many questions," she drawled. "What's the matter, Monarch? You don't have the answers this time?" The laughter in her voice cut off, replaced with quick anger. "The all-knowing Monarch has no answers?"
"What has happened to you, Mane?," wailed Monarch, no longer able to hide her pain at such anger from her best friend.
"I am not Mane!," came the furious reply. The wind suddenly picked up and blew hard over Monarch as though enforcing Lynx's anger. What is this?, thought Monarch, but had no time to think as she braced herself against the blast, trying to stand against it. Lynx began to laugh again.
"Mane is dead!," she cried out as insane as Galaxia had been. "You killed her!"
The wind became harsher threatening to topple Monarch, but resiliently she stayed on her feet. "What? Mane, how can you believe that?"
"I told you not to call me that!" Over the roar of the winds, there was a sudden scream. Monarch opened her eyes to see a figure in the darkness lunging towards her. She could only react, falling backwards as Lynx came forward, and swinging her legs up, caught Lynx in the solar plexus and pushed her up and away. Lynx cried out as she hit the ground, but quickly got to one knee in defense.
Monarch was standing again. "Who gave you power over the wind?," she snarled. Being attacked by her best friend did not sit well with the otherwise gentle warrior and she wasn't in the mood to be attacked again. Keeping her eyes on Lynx, Monarch raised one hand up. "Wind, die down. Cease and be calm." Immediately the howling stopped and the trees were still.
Monarch stared. Mane still looked the same. Her brown Elite uniform as intact as though she had never been in combat with Galaxia, the soft sable brown quarter length shirt with cut bell sleeves and matching skirt reaching mid thigh. Her high heeled boots, same color, were clean, the velvet material up to her thighs. Mane's ears, feline and small, peeking through her chocolate hair, were up and alert. Her eyes, dark brown in color, glared at her. The only sound now was Lynx's breathing, heavy and shallow, then she laughed.
"Don't be so angry. It clouds your lovely features." Then Lynx sneered. "Or better yet...yes! Get angry! Show what you're made of, murderer!" She stood up fast. "Cat Claw Scratch!"
She brought the heels of her hands together and back, gathering blue energy between her palms, the pushed the energy down into the ground and out towards Monarch. It took the shape of a giant paw revealing deadly claws intending to strike her down.
"Talon Strike!"
"Arrow Beak Clash!"
Lynx's attack was ripped apart by unexpected blows on both sides rendering it harmless as it scattered into the air. Monarch didn't have to look at the two forms that landed silently beside her, one on each side, spears out, ready for combat. Lynx was not pleased.
"Meddlers," she hissed. "This isn't your fight."
"Watch your tone," warned Sailor Hawk.
"You engage a Guardian Elite in battle," spoke up Sailor Falcon, "and it becomes our fight."
Lynx knew she was outnumbered. "Fine," she spat. "Another day then." In a flash of red, she was gone.
The three wind warriors stood still, unable to believe what their eyes had seen, one of their own back from the dead and in such a rage. Hawk and Falcon met each others' eyes but before they could say anything, Monarch fainted.
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