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Jesse finally shook the cobwebs loose after being hammered by a flying bladed projectile in the form of another host. The impact made him black out momentarily right where he landed. When he did wake up again, he saw two of the others being carted off with injures. It was almost like being on the football field again, one of which was the first he'd met days ago.

Clarissa...

Drunkenly, Jesse pushed himself up from the floor. He gave another look at the ones being carted off and saw that Clarissa was injured the worse. This for some reason made his temper boil over. He returned his attention to the ones that were still fighting.

"Damnit all..." he said as he saw Agent R in a form that was unlike anything he'd seen thus far. A cannon adorned his arm, and a tail seemed to slink gingerly from his back.

"What the hell are you?" Jesse asked himself, moving himself out of the open area, and more in range to set up for another attack.

More steel groaned of a sudden. "Just two goddamn more!" The Thief roared. "Get down here and help me so we can leave!" His attention turned past Lizzie's arm to where Clarissa, Helena, and Elizabeth were bundled more or less together, all fairly badly injured. "Hold on, just let me-" He cut himself off in concentration, turning Lionel's blade, Lizzie's arm, and Michelle's fist all on one another. In the split second that it bought him, he made a gesture, and the three injured Hosts felt themselves begin falling straight through the ground. Straight through the -

To the others, they appeared to have fallen into a temporary pure black shadow that erupted from beneath them and disappeared.

And then The Thief was occupied.

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Lance considered his options, and came to one conclusion - attacking Agent R was a waste of time. He did not make this vocal, so as not to attract attention, but instead began another rush down the hallway towards the Adams, who were obviously the only thing between them and escape.

A sweeping Knifehands strike later and The Thief had time to make another gesture - apparently securing one more pod.

"Just one more!" The Thief announced. "One more and we leave!"

The Adams redoubled their efforts.

((Tonas, please hold off posting until I can shoot you a PM answering your questions - I think I may have missed some major points in my explanations and I'm deeply apologetic, and it may cost you a few posts here.))

((Uhm, Sumitsu, this is Jokerman. Like I would trust anyone else to play my villain.

And "removed from fight" does not necessarily mean "physically moved out of the fight," it was more along the lines of "unable to fight." No worries though.))

"Help you?" he said with a twist to his mouth, "Why would I help you? If you weren't good enough to cut it on your own, then you certainly don't deserve my help."

He fired lazily at Jesse with his arm gun.

The Thief's impeccible patience was slightly tarnished. "Stop wasting your time! We can leave as soon as you help me get this last one out!" He continued holding off his enemies; it was apparent he was growing ever weaker.

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Clarissa, Helena, and Elizabeth suddenly found themselves... somewhere. The world had reformed beneath their feet. The room they were in was dark, and there were no apparent doors or windows. It seemed suspiciously as though they were trapped within.

On the bright side, it appeared to have a refrigerator, which might be full of food and drink.

There was no visible light source, though, so it was hard to explain how they could see.

What she wanted was to not be broken and to have her answers from the damned Agent R. But she couldn't have that, so instead she said, "Ibuprofen in there. It'll help with pain somewhat." Her sentences were short and choppy; she was amazed that she could even form words with the way her face hurt.

As much as she wanted to relieve the pain, she felt it better to give Elizabeth the medicine. "I think she needs it more than me," she mumbled. "And she's the better fighter." She knew she did barely any damage to Agent R and would only get in the way; better to save the stronger person than the weakest. "We need to fix her arm as much as we can. Don't think I have anything for makeshift cast, but I got stuff to keep her arm from being infected." She gave a weak stare at Helena. "Your back...needs it too." Her words were murmured and said slowly. She was having to concentrate hard just to stay awake.

If she were honest with herself, she didn't want the medicine because she wanted to stay in pain. I was stupid for not helping them earlier. Stupid for not helping that guy. I deserve this. "Dunno how much meds I have. Both of you take it first."

Just as lazily as the shot was fired, Jesse stepped out of it's path.

"I'm certain you didn't get to this level of Greatness all by yourself now did you?" Jesse retorted while still studying this man.

He could see that this wasn't your everyday average high school bully, and that those tactics wouldn't work. But he had to try something to keep the attention away from the thief, and onto him.

"I mean, seriously. Didn't you have someone to help you through your moments of dispair?" "If you even had any... you monster..." Jesse added in after thought, keeping it to himself because he wasn't ready to get Dead that fast.

"Sure I did," Host-Agent R said. "You did too, but you probably don't remember that. And the difference is, I didn't fall like you people did after I got said help."

He was suddenly right in front of Jesse - how could he move that fast - and he slammed his left fist into his gut. Jesse would be lucky to retain consciousness after that hit; it felt like a semi truck had hit him.