Help her!

That, without a doubt, is one damn imposing monster. You're quite sure you never saw anything like that in the series, all disgustingly phallic tentacles and slime...Someone's been tampering with the program again!...but your blood boils at the sight of the lovely Senshi helpless before the beast. Besides, you are supposed to play the hero-

You glance around, wildly, looking for a weapon, or a distraction- Weapon, distraction, weapon...And all the while, the monster's tentacles curl toward Mercury's slender limbs, glistening with clear slim, trickling thick ropes of disgusting drool-

There's a chair within reach, and it's in your hand in a moment. You're not quite sure what you're doing, but you swing it up and over your head...And throw it HARD, heaving it with a solid grunt of heroic effort! You hear a wet, soggy 'squelch' of impact, the slime-mass of the central body rocking forward at the interruption...

-Then it swivels to face you. While you're not sure if the monster had any eyes, you have a sinking feeling it'd be narrowing them.

WHAM. A whole constellation of stars go off in your head as wrist-thick tentacles sideswipe you, sending you tumbling and rolling across the hard cobbles. That hurt, damnit! Maybe you shouldn't have sprung for the Reality Filters, after all- This is a little too real! Wincing, you stagger to your feet, just ahead of the gurgling beast; Yep, you got it's attention all right...But now what? After all, while the bystanders always survived, you didn't sign up to be slapped aroun-

There's something in your pocket. Something- A small, solid square of silver, that fits your hand like it'd been made for you. A...plaque? No...A device. A belt.

The monster's coming for you again, looming through the smoke of the battle, crushing chairs underfoot, dangling the helpless Sailor in its secondary limbs, holding her out of the way. Your ears are ringing from the slap, but you can see Mercury struggling furiously, her mouth shaping words...

She's telling you to run away.

Tentacles churn through the air like harpoons, spearing right toward you.

And, as though you have all the time in the world-

You press the belt to your waist- Hearing the sharp click-click-click of magnetic clasps engaging-

And say-

"HENSHIN!!!"

Another false dawn. Heat and light...Heat and light and power. Your armor is burnished tungsten, neon highlights so bright they burn the air. Flash-burned, seared, the incoming tendrils wrench themselves away from your suddenly-blazing form, even as the glow fades. A thought, a liquid surge of intent through the HUD of your visor, and a hilt snaps into your hand, a humming blade that sizzles like a slice of sky.

Your mind is clear now, like an engine. Like a silver bullet.

But you can't help but think- This is so awesome.