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Aurostibite sincerely felt that, in the time it had taken him to mess with the computers, all hell had broken loose. One second he was pressing buttons, and the next he was surrounded by absolute madness. There was a cat spitting and yowling, a squire - well, doing the same thing, really, if he was honest - and the door had burst open, there was magic everywhere -

- and somewhere in the midst of it all, Jet and Aquamarine had disappeared, leaving Aurostibite stuck in the midst of a small room not large enough to hold everyone inside of it. There were too many power signatures crashing throughout, some more powerful than others, and there was only one singular ally in the room. The Dark Mirror's name had escaped Aurostibite, but he couldn't leave him behind - and yet teleporting would also use up a great deal of energy.

Which left very few options, none of which were ideal.

He'd seen what had happened to the metal in the room from the Princess' attack, and so his daggers weren't summoned - but Aurostibite made a leap for her anyway, a snarl on his face. There was little point standing around and doing nothing, after all, and going down swinging was better than simply cowering away from their attacks.

He swung a gloved hand forward, fist aimed for the Princess' stomach, but his mouth opened and a guttural yell escaped him, snarled through gritted teeth.

"NEGAVERSE BACKUP TO THE OFFICE."

Elsa was starting to really hate magic. First there was the squeal and crack of whatever the hell the Squire had done, and then the Princess - who, by the way, was terrifying as ******** to be in the presence of, god he was so many different shades of doomed - did something that made the metal of his bracers and his brooch tug towards Jet - but not strong enough that they actually came off, which was good because he needed to keep hanging onto this damn Squire.

Even though she elbowed him. Which hurt, but he was used to tangling in street fights - he could take an elbow.

He pressed his hand to the Squire's face, the only bit of bare skin he could find. His magic had damned well better work this time, because he was done playing games. "Wendigo Creep!" This time there was no hesitation in him - no part of his mind that said that he shouldn't hurt her, or he should stop and let her go.

There was no room for that. Not now. So as the frost crept from his hand over her skin, he glared around her at the Eternal and the Princess.

"Back the ******** off or I swear I will ******** kill her," he said. It was mostly empty - he wasn't sure he had it in him to murder someone - but he could probably at least put the fear of getting eaten by evil snow monsters in them. Maybe.

She hadn't expected Aquamarine to jump in the way of Jet. But in the end it didn't really matter, in fact, it probably worked better for her. Because the attack came from all angles it injured both of them and, much to her surprise and delight, the two teleported out of the office. There was a possibility they'd come back, but for the moment Polaris was simply relieved to get the knives away from Maia and cut down the number of opponents in the office. She had no intention of following them out.

"Are you guys okay?" She called out to Maia and the squire, her question answered as Elsa's threat sounded. She didn't know what the attack did, but the fact that she could see something moving from him towards the squire meant it was already enacted. Unfortunately for Elsa, Polaris threw out a threat of her own, one that was not nearly as empty or a bluff. "You'd better be sure you can kill her faster then it takes for me to drive some metal threw you."

She had registered Aurostibite's yell somewhere in the back of her head. Had maybe noticed him coming at her from her periphrel vision. But with her attention on the Dark Mirror senshi she wasn't able to dodge the captain's attack, the pain striking her as his fist found her stomach. A huff of air escaped her, and she tried to suck it back in on instinct.

With a power as offensive as her she often got away without having to do any actual hand to hand combat. But today, in this tiny little office she didn't have that luxury. Her wings jutted out wide in an attempt to push him back and away from her, to give her a second to collect herself so she could defend. Just like the good old days. She had it in her right?

She looked ridiculous. Royal and regal clothing and braids still drenched from Typhon's attack, basically a drowned rat with giant wings, and now she was raising her arms and fists, apparently planning on fistacuffs. Really if it weren't for that engulfing aura she'd hardly look intimidating at all.

Xenotime felt her fist connect about a split second before a set of large, blunt knuckles cracked into the side of her face and sent her head snapping back at a sharp angle and though it loosened her hold on soft curls, it didn't remove it. When she stumbled she took the princess along as well with another harsh yank as fingers tightened once more.

She caught herself on her knee, the fingertips of her free hand briefly touching the ground at her side before she was pushing up once again to face the knight that had assaulted her. "Not bad." Her jaw ached where he'd hit her--bruised down to the bone--and already the pale skin was darkening with a wicked bruise. "Better than most, I'll give you that." The fist in Ganymede's hair twisted painfully, but only for a second before the general was using that hold to shove her harshly towards the ground as a leg swept back to wind up for a kick to woman's side.

Whether or not it connected, Xenotime's attention was torn away from the fight by the near desperate call from Aurostibite in the office. The general jerked around, saw the other princess engaged with the agents that had been in holding the office, and she snarled a curse beneath her breath as pale eyes jumped to Umber, back to Aurostibite, then onto the white haired princess.

This was turning into a real ******** they didn't have leverage over the knight and his b***h anymore, attacking them was more a luxury than anything else. Fun, but the general's attention would better serve elsewhere. She cast a last cold look at the princess and the new knight, then she was gone, teleporting away to leave the blonde to her fallen lover.

She reappeared before Polaris, placing herself bodily between the other agents and the princess. A human shield, better suited to handle the threat the other woman presented. "Back the ******** off my agents!" Feral and fierce, Xenotime already had a hand back, was already taking a step forward to plant her feet for balance as her small fist started forward in an upward arch directed at the other girl's face.

He'd managed, surprisingly, to get a good, solid hit against the Princess' stomach, a hiss of satisfaction slipping through his clenched teeth. Aurostibite felt something against his side, her wings sending him staggering backwards, feathers in his face, and he gave a muffled grunt of irritation, eyes flashing.

A voice to the side brought Umber to his attention, Aurostibite twisting to look at him. He didn't need to answer, only knew that he was right - they'd done what they could for the office, there was no need to stay when there was. He was not desperate, nor too wrapped up in his concept of defense not to know when a tactical retreat was necessary.

He kicked out, aiming for the Princess' side with a sharp kick, but Xenotime's untimely arrival threw him off balance. He'd certainly called for backup, yes, and he did respect and appreciate her for how well she was usually able to handle herself - but her assumption that he was, in essence, her agent brought a brief sense of annoyance flickering through him, reminded him yet again why he was here in the first place. He served the Negaverse.

It was no matter. Aurostibite was not about to stay when there was no purpose. He would leave the Princess to Xenotime, find a way to recuperate and get their goal accomplished.

Umber was given a nod, and then with a slight displacement of air, Aurostibite had teleported away, landing with a soft tap of his boots outside the office. He immediately made a beeline for Jet and Aquamarine, hair cascading down his back in messy, disrupted curls.

"Wrong target," he said, with a pointed look at Jet, but - "Do you need help?"

Mistral knew magic when she saw it. She was deeply involved in its study, spent her weekends up to her elbows in magitech and her wonder's inner workings. And senshi - senshi were easy to predict. Mistral felt chill. Mistral smelled rotting flesh. Mistral saw movement at the corners of her vision.

Mistral heard the senshi say that he was going to, quote-unquote, <******** kill her.

"Oh my god," said Mistral. "Are you ******** kidding me."

"First," she said, slapping his hand away, "If you were going to kill me, you should have grabbed with both hands."

"Second, you think the ******** abominable snowman's going to scare me?" She was a little bit scared, but it was all in her head. It wasn't real. She wasn't going to let that show. I've been colder than this. "Do you know who I am?"

She turned towards the senshi, pulling herself up to all five feet four inches of her height. "Do you know who I am?" she demanded, drawing her arm back into a fist. Nothing else in the office mattered to her right now, not bleeding lieutenants or princesses asking after her or anything. "I'm Mistral, punk!"

She threw the punch at his face.

"Get the <********> out of here," she snarled, and threw a glance towards the general taking on Polaris. There was nothing she could do about that fight - if the dark mirror senshi followed her advice, then she was going to go for the console again.

Jet looked up when he felt the aura of an officer approaching him, but the relief he felt was fleeting when he saw it was Aurostibite. Had this been a different setting and had Aquamarine not been sporting one of his own daggers in his side, Jet might have taken the Lieutenant’s hysterics as a good sign; at least he had enough fight in him. But as it were, with them both covered in their own and each other’s blood by this point, all Jet could do was stare helplessly at Aurostibite, unable to stop the tears.

First his parents, then Sorin, a Negaverse Captain himself, and now Aquamarine? It was too much for Jet to handle. “P-please,” he practically begged, not caring what Aurostibite might think of him as long as he was able to help Aquamarine. “I-I don’t know w-what to do,” he sobbed, holding his friend as tightly as he thought would be safe, given their injuries caused by that Princess’s attack.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to find out if Aurostibite would actually help him or just stand and laugh, for the General he’d sensed before approached them and said she would take the two of them out. And while Jet hated feeling as helpless as he did, he was thankful that someone would actually be helping Aquamarine.

Suddenly, with the General’s ability, they were no longer in the chaotic subway, but sitting in some soft grass. It was almost deafening in its quietness there when compared to the subway. Jet winced when she pulled the dagger from Aquamarine’s side, and then looked up in surprise when she handed him a starseed, before having Aquamarine take one too. He stared at the gem in his hand for just a few moments, before lifting it to his mouth to eat as directed. It was the first time he’d actually eaten a starseed, but the General was right in that it replenished his energy.

“M-my name is Jet, General… T-this is Aquamarine. Thank you…” he tried holding back the tears now that he knew they were out of the subway, but it was difficult after that close call. “S-should we power down, or…?” He had a feeling Aquamarine should be taken to the hospital just in case...