Atma Weapon > Persephone
Once again, the chaos stirred through the arena, battered and trampled by what seemed to be the signs of an intense struggle. Among the pink hearts, dense sparkling rainbow mist, tattered white feathers and torn blue skirts, a shred of a pink glove could be seen... only to be stepped mercilessly on by an imposing figure stood tall, roaring and rampaging as it levelled the few survivors left and it flailed... its giant, shining sailor uniform?
More importantly, two people were riding atop the fearsome monstrosity. The usually somber-looking male tightly grasped the giant reins, panicking. "AAAAAAARGH! EXCELLEN! ARE YOU SURE YOU PLANNED THIS OUT?"
"Oh, don't worry, Kyo! I'm just steering Sailor Atma Weapon towards the Shirogane and the Weissy will pick us up!", the young blonde pilot yelled cheerfully as she madly steered Atma Weapon, profoundly humiliated and enraged over being turned into a Sailor... Something.
"... WHAT? ARE YOU INSANE? LEE WILL CHEW US OUT FOR -"
Excellen rolled her eyes as her exhasperated boyfriend panicked. "Oh, come -on-, like we care. It's almost as if riding a giant beast makes you suddenly dumb, Kyo."
Kyosuke coughed. "You heard nothing. But, Excellen. Didn't Atma Weapon have a match in the arena? I mean, you -know- that the Not Ranked league isn't your toy to play with, right?"
The blonde giggled nonchalantly. "Oh, nobody cares. Atma trampled Persephone midway through her Cosmic Make-up Transformation and was given the victory by default. And the result... well, here we are, cacklingg two birds with one stove! Now, now, Atmy! Ram that battleship GOOD!"
And, as Excellen gleefully finished her sentence, the monstrous creature ran through the fields of Not Ranked. Nobody ever knew how in heck did she manage to put Atma under a Cosmic Make-Up spell. And Kyosuke realized it was better not to ask.
