AN: heh, Michael in action. At last. For anyone who's wondering, I got Saturn's Planet Dragon from the Thrice song "of Dust and Nations." (good band. If you haven't heard them, you should.)(shameless hype for one of my favourite bands…)

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon isn't mine, but Michael is. If you want to use him, ask. Or he will destroy your story! Mwahahahaha! (I wish…)

battle of the wolf and the moon.

Michael listened to the reports, then turned to face the window. "I see. So, the enemy is that powerful, are they? Then, I will take the Fang Blade, and go now. The one that comes for me will undoubtedly be extremely powerful. I will NOT let him escape! Also, I will begin the forging of an alliance. I will return soon. Wait here, and recover."

"Sir, yes sir!" He left, taking his sword and placing it in a sword bag on his way out.

Haruka and Michiru were talking to Setsuna and Hotaru about the strange young men, when the doorbell rang. Haruka answered it, to find Mike there. But it wasn't Mike. Mike was sweet, and gentle, and seemed a bit foolish. This young man was cold, and cruel, and the light of cunning shone in his eyes. He smiled, but the smile was different. It too was cruel, and had a sense of bloodlust in it. "Hello. I'm here to see Sailor Saturn. My name is Michael. We met, earlier today, but I didn't tell you everything about me. And you didn't tell me everything about you."

"How..."

"I listened to my subordinate's reports, of course. They confirmed your identities. And I figured it was only natural that Sailor Saturn would be under the protection of the three most powerful soldiers." He entered, not even seeming to notice their protests. Taking off his shoes, he walked into the kitchen. "Ah, there you are. Now, we have to talk, Sailors Saturn, Pluto. And you as well, Sailors Neptune, Uranus. I am...excuse me. I have to deal with something. I'll return in a moment." He turned, and left the house, putting his shoes on as he left. The man who stood on the sidewalk gave off a powerful aura of evil. "Are you ready?" Michael asked. The man smiled.

"You are simply a pawn, albeit an extremely powerful one. Your struggle has little meaning to the final outcome."

"I suppose, but I've known that my whole life. I take it you are the leader of those men, then?"

"Indeed I am. Now, prepare for the fight of your life!" He drew a strange sword, and assumed a fighting stance. Michael unwrapped his sword, and drew it.

"I will not go to level four, no matter what. This is the first battle, and it is foolish to reveal your full power so early in the game." He charged, swinging viciously.

"You are truly the commander, aren't you?" The man said, as he met the strike. The swords clashed several more times, and then Michael leapt back. he took a strange stance, holding the base of the hilt with his right hand, and laying the sword parallel to the ground. Then, after a moment, he charged at an incredible speed. The enemy leader barely avoided the thrust, and then blocked the follow-up strikes. Finally, after several tense minutes on the defensive, he managed to overpower michael. Pluto and Saturn ran out of the house, and suddenly, their eyes went blank. Then Saturn said, almost silently, "Saturn Dust Dragon!" Pluto, also having attained the dragon, called it out as well.

"Pluto Time Dragon!" Two dragons, one made of dust and the other made of strange swirls and eddies, rose from the ground and rushed the enemy. He blocked them, then faded, taunting them as he went.

"When next we meet, you will not survive the encounter!" Once he left, the soldiers ran to Michael. He knelt there, his eyes downcast.

"I should have gone four! If I had, I would have won! Dammit! I was careless!"

"It's okay, at least we survived."

"No. It's not okay. Evil is still alive. That means it can threaten more people. Our lives would be a small price to pay for the safety of the world!"

"Why are you getting involved in this? This is not your fight."

"That is a valid question, Sailor Uranus. I hope this will answer it for you: Aku Soku San. Swift death to evil. That is the creed of the Death Pack. And I am their leader. We came in response to a photo shoot that aired on the news. Our goal was to destroy the person who was attacking you. We have not yet succeded, but we will soon. However, it has become obvious that we will need to join forces with you. Therefore, I offer an alliance. Contact me at this number, or at this address, when you decide. Until then, goodbye." He left, fading into the crowd as if he had never been there.