Hotaru awakened the next day, wondering if she dreamed what had happened the day before. Gazing up at the ceiling, one hand lifted and her fingertips traced the outline of her lips. It was as if Saffiru's lips had burned their imprint upon hers. Sitting up in bed, Hotaru swung her legs over the side and stood up. Clad in a pair of black silk shorts and sports bra, she wandered over to her closet. Pulling out yet another pair of black leather pants, she grabbed a black tank top, her combat boots and a sleeveless black trench coat.
It was another day and that meant a new opponent. Once more Hotaru hoped that it would be a stronger one than she'd faced, but the chances of that were slim to none. Sighing as she changed clothing, she thought about the upcoming fight - or, rather, tried to. More often then not her thoughts returned to Saffiru. Emerging from her closet, she glanced at her clock. 11:45 am. Her fight was scheduled for noon, when the sun would be at it's highest peak. 'Time to go,' she thought to herself.
Minutes later Hotaru stepped into the arena. As she entered cheers rose from the stands. "Today our Senshi of Destruction will fight against one of our own warriors. Here she is, Prisma of the Four Sisters!" came the announcement over the speaker system. The crowd went silent as Prisma stepped into the arena.
Hotaru raised one eyebrow as she looked at Prisma, who smirked back at Hotaru. "Let's get this over with; I have a manicure at 12:15," Prisma said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Too bad you won't be there for it," Hotaru replied. The smirk on Prisma's lips disappeared, quickly being replaced with a look of ang. "You've messed with the wrong person's future husband. I saw you two kissing yesterday!"
Hotaru's eyes widened for a second and then an amused look formed on her face. "You must be very jealous of me, Prisma, to be spying on me like that. Future husband? Your's?" Hotaru laughed, "Only in your dreams!" Prisma's face contorted as she grew angrier, "Me? Jealous of an insect like you, 'Firefly?' You must be joking!"
Suddenly Prisma ran forward at Hotaru and threw a fist straight at Hotaru's face. Amused, Hotaru watched Prisma and took a step to the side, allowing the fist to sail past her. Reaching out, Hotaru grabbed Prisma's arm and swung her to one side, only to let her hand push against Prisma's stomach. With ease Hotaru lifted Prisma above her, then slammed her down onto the ground.
Landing with a thud, Prisma rolled herself over and stood up, then thrust her palms outward. As she did so, a black blast flew from her hands and moved straight toward Hotaru. Yawning, Hotaru moved her hands infront of herself, palms open and fingers spread out. Catching the energy within her hands, Hotaru felt her own energy bubble up inside her. Purple energy started forming around her hands, encasing the energy from Prisma in a translucent shell. With a single thrust, Hotaru sent the energy back out to Prisma.
The combination of Hotaru and Prisma's energies flew across the arena, only to slam into Prisma. As Prisma screamed, Hotaru smirked, expecting Prisma to fall to the ground. However as the dust cleared Prisma was still standing, though apparently hurt fairly badly. Hotaru's eyes lifted and she looked toward Dimando and Esmeruade, waiting for the signal to finish off Prisma.
After getting the nod she was waiting foor, Hotaru took a step backward. Eyes closing, Hotaru threw her hand into the air. Purple energy swirled infront of her open palm and her fingers wrapped around the energy, causing it to harden and form into her henshin wand. "Saturn Glaive... Make up!" Nails turning purple, the sign of Saturn appeared on her forehead. A brilliant purple aura formed around her, causing her clothing to disappear.
A body suit as white as snow formed on her torso, followed by a dark purple, pleated mini skirt. Dark purple bows, nearly black, formed on her chest and at the small of her back, followed by purple boots that came up to her knees. Laces laced themselves through the front of her boots and the fabric came up into points. As quickly as it came, the aura disappeared as a heart crystal shaped brooch formed over the bow on her chest, followed by a purple choker with a similar charm attached to it.
With one hand held out, the glow of silver formed, expanding length wise until it was a good foot taller than she was. Her hand closed around it, causing her glaive to harden into a solid matter. As the final piece, a silver tiara formed over the sign of Saturn. Her eyes shifted to Prisma as she took her glaive into both hands.
Prisma's eyes widened, traces of blood sliding down along her face from cuts and wounds. Prisma took a few steps backward, knowing fully well that she was in trouble now. 'I should have known better,' she thought to herself, 'than to take her on while she could transform.' Hotaru lifted her glaive into the air as a ball of light formed around the G shaped blade. Slowly the cheers of the crowd faded away, as well as all the other sounds in the arena. For a moment Prisma wondered if she'd gone deaf.
However, as Hotaru slammed her glaive into the ground, a loud, deafening bang exploded, sending the sound back into the air. The ball of light flew foward, striking and engulfing Prisma. The sounds of the crowd cheered louder. It appeared to be the end of Prisma of the Four Sisters.