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Anatoly's empathy reflected and replicated the rage. Anatoly kicked out Z's leg before it could pass on from him. "If you want me not to do it again... either don't make me want to, or stop me if I do."

Mike was now cracking up as the two of them fought. He'd do his best to remember to not piss of Anatoly. He didn't want to have to go through that too. "You might know how to fight, but you definitely don't know the best way to use your mysticker yet and without that you can't beat him." he said knowing he wouldn't be able to beat him either, but leaving that bit out for now.

((I'm heading to bed now, I'll be back on some time tomorrow.))

"Does it matter? I'm not going to kill you and you aren't going to kill me. And so I plead the 5th." He said his face emotionless not revealing one way or the other.

((I've got to go soon as well.))

"Wouldn't want htat now would we?" He said cheekily to Anatoly. "I apologize for Anatoly's conduct Sir Wilde. It was immature and pointless. He didn't mean anything by it though. He's a bit slow so the concept of personal boundaries or social acceptability has escaped him. He'll learn though." Z said with a yawn. All this had tired him out a bit.

((Good night all.))

"Wilde, I'm not talking to you," Anatoly replied. He turned back to Z. "I have. It was unpleasant." Don'tletthebilerisedon'tletthebilerise. "If you haven't... you have done nothing to prove yourself. Don't act like you're worth the time it'd take me to beat you down yet. You aren't. Once you show you're someone I can trust to have watching my back, then you'll have earned some respect. Until then, just don't get in the way. And don't piss off people who have done missions." As he turned and continued walking, he slipped his letter opener back into his pocket. "Damned shame Challenge Day just passed..." The image of the dead man's face was staring at him, but he mentally shoved it away. In its wake came the image of Kitt, lying in her bed in the infirmary. Damn it. He'd make sure to check on her when he got back, he decided.

Nathan's brain went to work again. One out of three; it was a start, but not much of one. He pulled off the Light 2 and gave it back to Blaine, then generated a (smallish) fireball and began forming a smokescreen. "Blaine, see if you can keep enough light around yourself to see. We'll try to make him blind and us not; if that doesn't work we'll see how this goes with no one able to see." The smoke billowed out from around Nathan, and very quickly he was enclosed; shortly the whole room would be.

Mike supressed a snort thinking it would be a better idea not to antagonize/piss off a guy who seemed more than willin to attack his own team if they annoyed him enough. He started messing around with the prism in his hand seeing just how well he could change its shape and form. He flipped through a couple of simple shapes straining betweeen the changes, but being able to maintain it. He kept going through the same series speeding it up a bit each time he successfully completed it. Prism, Square, Triange, Circle, Heart over and over again. If he could keep this up for a while he might try a bit more useful shapes like a knife, reaching at his belt with his other hand to make sure that he had his knives with him, or guantlet.