I never created Sailor Moon characters.

Kunzite began to scowl the minute he focused on Metalia materializing above every human she managed to corrupt. He squinted by a woman raising one sword above her head. ''Beryl,'' he muttered. She was too far gone. Controlled by Metalia. He wasn't going to be brainwashed by her.

Kunzite glanced from Beryl and Metalia to his companions. The ones standing near him. Jadeite. Nephrite. Zoisite. ''We'll protect our master from Metalia and Beryl. Protect our lovers,'' he said to them.

Sailor Soldiers frowned while they prepared to battle Metalia and Beryl.

Strength in numbers? Useless after the opponents defeated them.

THE END