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Encke felt the polearm scrape against his shoulder; knew that would hurt later in the sense that he knew things would hurt once the adrenaline faded off, didn't quite realize the way it would spike into him after a bit longer and he bit down hard on his lip as the sense of that combined with the sensation he was more used to, the way it sparked against his skin and heated uncomfortably--

Basiluzzo was going to ask about that gash later. He would deal with it later.

His response to Jet's remark on ionization was an unconcerned grunt, his eyes scanning what was in front of them -- of course, the general was summoning something around them, considering the Negaverse seemed to adore trapping people and mutilating them, tracked with the experiences in his life -- closing one eye as he clocked them. Five. Giant tongues. Eyeless. Lovely.

The taunting was summarily ignored as he analyzed what was in front of them, analyzed who was next to him -- and Pendour looked pained, and he couldn't help the way he winced in another kind of pain and immediately felt bad and perhaps he shouldn't have aimed anything but he had to get Jet away from them --

Pendour was grabbing his hand and running.

There was a part of Encke that wanted to stay and dust the youma, and there was a part of him that thought to summon up another use of his attack, but perhaps it was best to get away before away before he did something else that would leave Pendour hurt -- he could resolve his own injuries, had years dealing with his own injuries, but if he burned her again he'd --

"Right--," he fished out his phone again, swinging it to get to the button, "wanna just get back to plans?"

It would get them far away.