The rain fell lightly on that evening, yet each drop that struck his skin felt like a bullet piercing into his flesh. His breath came ragged, his heart pounding inside his chest as as the air before him fogged with every labored exhalation. He had been fighting for hours, pushing past the Sailor Warriors who served Galaxia, fighting to reach the rooftop where his sister and his friends had been fighting, trying to end this war against the most powerful Sailor Senshi in the entire known universe. And now here he stood, staring at the scene before him with tears burning the backs of his eyes. The Scouts that he had swore to protect lay on the concrete rooftop, eyes wide and staring, void of any sign of life. Only his sister, the Moon Princess, remained on her feet, tears on her cheeks, moon scepter in hand, limbs trembling and terror in her eyes. Across from her, on the other side of the fallen stood Galaxia, golden armor gleaming in the moonlight, untouched by the rain; the water droplets seeming to stray away from the Sailor Warrior rather than touch her. Her power, her energy was unlike anything he had ever sensed in his life. Yet he felt no fear.
Galaxia raised her hand, facing Sailor Moon, smirking as a red energy gathered in her palm.
A sharp pain shot out from his left shoulder, and the Sailor Guardian's blood burned with rage. The ground under his feet exploded as he launched himself forward, his two handed single edged zweihander sword screaming through the air as he charged. Galaxia turned her attention to him as his battle-cry roared out from his lungs. Her eyes went wide in shock, crossing her arms in front of her as the blade swung down at her, her arm guards catching the edge of the sword and freezing it in place. The ground under her feet cracked from the force of the impact, and Galaxia herself gritted her teeth before meeting the eye of the warrior who had attacked her. With a battle cry of her own she uncrossed her arms, knocking the sword up. Both warriors turned their hands out to one another and unleashed an energy blast. The Guardian was blasted backwards from the attack, his sword clattering across the rooftop as he tumbled on the concrete, rolling to his feet and drawing his second blade, a blade crescent shaped blade, the outer edge sharp enough to slice the walls between dimensions. The guardian charged again, feeling his anger fueling his power as he leapt into the air towards Galaxia. He swung the black blade and Galaxia dodged, barely avoiding the blade as its tip bit into her cheek. Regaining her stance, Galaxia wiped her cheek with back of her hand and scowled.
"You will pay for that," she growled, narrowing her eyes. The guardian spit off to the side and channeled his energy into the blade. Roaring, he swung the blade, unleashing a barrage of black crescent energy blades into Galaxia. HE swung again, unleashing more as Galaxia vanished from sight in the resulting explosion of energy. The guardian swung again. And again. And again. He swung and swung until he felt as though his arms would fall off from the effort. He let his fall to his sides, limp from exhaustion, panting for breath as he watched the smoke could slowly dissipate. Before the scene cleared he felt a sharp burning pain explode through him, from his back to his chest. Looking down he saw the tip of his great-sword sticking out of his chest. Turning his head, eyes wide in shock he saw Galaxia standing there, not a scratch on her, holding the handle of his blade, smirking. "Is that it?" she asked as she slowly pulled the blade back out. The Guardian's vision blurred, his grip on his black sword went slack and the blade dropped to the ground. The sword came free of his body and he staggered, turning to face Galaxia as blood welled up in his mouth, slipping out through his lips. Without another word Galaxia slashed him across the chest, knocking him over the edge of the building and watched him plummet to the landing below. As the Guardian fell, he watched as she tossed his sword aside, then felt his world go black, never feeling himself hit the ground below.
Koaru opened his eyes slowly, feeling pain lance through his entire body as he lifted his head. The hole in his chest had closed and the blood had dried on his clothes. Sitting up, he saw Kameharu laying on the ground a small ways away. His eyes suddenly burned as a bright golden light filled the air above him. Staring up at it through squinted eyes, he was able to make out Serena and Galaxia floating in the air above him. Staring up at them he felt no trace of the negative power that had filled Galaxia before. The power that was the source of all evil in the universe that had housed itself within her, Chaos. As the light dissipated, Koaru forced himself to his feet and retrieved his swords.
"Chaos," he heard Galaxia say above, "where do you think it has gone?"
Sheathing his weapons, Koaru smiled at the question. If Sailor Moon had pulled her usual miracle of miracles, Chaos was now nothing more than a distant memory. He took another step forward and felt a wave of pain shoot through his body again. His knees buckled, and the darkness took him once more.