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At any other time Aquamarine wouldn't have cared for the tears. Honestly, he probably would have made fun of Jet had it been anyone else with their head in Jet's lap, but since it was him and he still had a knife in his side, and since he was convinced he was going to die for his troubles, Aquamarine felt the tears were entirely warranted.

It was sort of awkwardly sweet.

In any case, Aquamarine didn't have much room to make fun of anyone when tears sprouted into his own eyes. The pain was excruciating once the weak, tingly feeling wore off. He didn't want to die. He was too young, had too much to live for, even if he wasn't sure what that was yet. He was still working that part out, and he deserved the time to do so.

Aurostibite arrived, and then a General, and Jet and Aquamarine were transported out of the subway station. Aquamarine allowed himself a sigh of relief, struggling to hold back his pathetic show of tears now that the General was present. He put an end to his hysterics as well, if only to preserve some of his dignity in front of a superior officer. Perhaps if he handled himself well, he'd finally receive that promotion...

Of course, what good would that be if he was dead??

He winced and nearly cried out as the knife was removed from his side, glaring at Jet for it instead of the General because glaring at a General would probably not get him in said General's good graces. When the starseed was pressed to his mouth, Aquamarine almost quailed. He'd never eaten one before. Certainly he'd never cared to. But the General had it to his mouth and it might look suspicious if he were to show reluctance, so Aquamarine did as directed and opened his mouth to the starseed. He felt energy surge through him when he swallowed. He wasn't completely healed, but it would get him to safety.

“Don't you dare power down until you get me to a hospital,” Aquamarine seethed, grabbing for Jet's collar again. They were faster in their uniforms, more durable. Plus, Jet could teleport if need be.

Polaris had been fairly confident when her opponent was the captain. Even without having been in serious hand to hand combat in awhile she was comfortable that her greater strength and speed would make up for her rustiness. However when the general from earlier suddenly appeared, following the call for backup, her confidence in the situation began to falter. Xenotime was a general, and one that obviously focused on and knew what she was doing when it came to a fist fight. There was, perhaps, a momentary relief that she seemed not to have an immediately lethal weapon but.. fists could be just as lethal.

The show of protectiveness would have usually inspired something in the princess, who often suffered from the mama bear mentality. A feeling of empathy perhaps. But she was simply too tired for that mentally. Not after the what they'd done out there on the platform. She was angry and worried, her mind flashing to Delphi out there somewhere.

"You run around murdering people and then act surprised when someone stands up and tries to stop your compatriots? It's called cause and effect. Maybe pick a different strategy if you're so worried about them and their health."

As the General moved to strike, Polaris lifted her forearms in front her her to try and take the hit instead. Which didn't of course stop it from hurting in the least. She would take the same strategy she had with the captain however. Try and dodge and defend as much as possible and wait for an opening.

When the sound of Maia's song filled the air she took made her attempt, swinging out with the heal of her hand attempting to target the other woman's face, specifically her nose. A hit didn't have to be as hard if it could just hit a vunerable part.

Jet winced as Aquamarine grabbed onto his collar again, and realized it probably would be easier to get to the hospital powered up but he was also concerned about drawing the wrong kind of attention. Thankfully they didn't have to worry about that as the General instructed them to power down, which Jet did, and took them just outside the hospital.

Jet watched with awe as she set them down and instructed them on what to do, quickly nodding his head to show he understood. "Thank you," he said again as he scrubbed the tears away with his sleeve, not knowing what he could have done without her help. He definitely owed her his life, Lovely's as well.

He would just have to be sure to repay her somehow.

Ilian pushed himself to his feet and did his best to support Lovely's weight by putting an arm around his shoulder. "Please be careful..." he requested needlessly. "The white haired Princess's magic is dangerous. She used the metal in the room to attack. And I think I felt another Royal there, too..."

Aquamarine powered down only because the General told him to. As Lovely he faired no better. He was still in pain, and his shirt and cardigan were soon stained with blood. He winced as Ilian helped him up. Lovely leaned against him heavily, wishing he could lie down and sleep.

Soon. Once he'd been checked over and stitched up, he planned on sleeping away the pain and forgetting all about this fiasco.

With one last look and a nod of thanks toward the General, Lovely and Ilian turned together to limp their way toward the hospital doors.

Havasu pointed at the youma that someone had summoned. "You want to be out in the open anymore?" The insect youmas were still a distance away but it was only a matter of time that their good luck of being ignored would last.

His luck seemed to still be running hot because before he had to come up with yet another argument or finally snap and drag the civilian will him, the guy agreed to come with him. Havasu's smile was cheeky but he was able to keep his snarky comment to himself, for the most part. "Don't plan on dying today either. I got a date tonight."

They had made their way over to the others and Havasu crouched next the kid the girl was doing her best to carry. He glanced up and asked, "is he completely out of it? What happened? Any idea what the negas' final plan is and any way we can find a defensible position?" Havasu glanced around doing his best to keep his eye on everything going on. He glanced at the civi and asked "keep an eye out for anything strange or messed up. Let us know. Promise I won't let you get hurt." The guy had stepped out of his crappy hiding spot because Havasu wasn't going to leave him behind so now Havasu would have to protect him to the best of his ability.

"What's the plan guys? Cuz I don't think this momentary lull in the madness will hold out."

"Surprised? I'm not surprised," the general laughed, cold and cruel. "I'm inconvenienced." Her hand struck forearms rather than what she'd been aiming for, and Xenotime let out a ill-tempered growl as the ache of impact crawled up her arm and throbbed through her fingers. She was going to be sore com morning Bruised and battered, she could feel it, but there was a part of her, a very large part of her, that loved it. That stiff, satisfying hurt.

Assuming, of course, she made it to tomorrow. Granted Xe didn't really consider defeat as an option. Not when Success, in this instance, was survival.

It was unfortunate that Maia had already played this trick on the general. Unfortunate that Xenotime was well aware now of what it did, and how it worked. The second she heard the call, those first few notes of song, the general was dropping to her knees to let the floating notes sail right over her head, and towards the princess instead.

A delicate hand passed over her head, missing it's mark by a fraction of a second, and the general clicked her tongue. "Close one." That would have hurt, maybe broken her nose. No thank you.

Mistral knuckled under, a shiver running down her spine as the last of the senshi's magic flushed out of her. If he didn't move, that didn't matter - she had bigger things to attend to. Maia and Iris had the general distracted, the lieutenant and the captain had bailed the ******** out on account of a major injury, and Mistral saw her chance.

She tucked her arms over her stomach again and skirted around the edge of the fight, keeping Polaris between herself and the general. The princess was a bigger target, anyway - Mistral doubted anyone would spare time for her. "On it," she said as she passed behind Maia.

Mistral positioned herself over the console. It didn't make any more sense the second time around, but she'd messed with enough magitech and taken enough computer science classes to guess what buttons to press and what buttons to stay away from.

She just had to hope that Polaris took out the general, because Mistral doubted she was getting out of the office alive otherwise.

As Xenotime ducked Polaris not only missed her attempted attack but she also didn't notice in time to try and dodge the attack that had been bound for the General. So as musical notes swirled around her, she felt the soft draining of her adreneline as her heartbeat slowed a little, the fatigue of carrying around wet a** dress and wings suddenly hitting her. Her power level might have afforded her some slight protection for the attack, but it wasn't nearly enough, and it only slowed her reactions to the General in front of her. As if knowing this, Polaris attempted to lift her arms up in defense once more and curl her wings around herself a little, sure that the clever General would take advantage of what had happened, given it was her actions that had helped the attack befall the princess.

In the back of her head she noticed the sound of a text ringing from her senshi phone, but she was unable to answer it. Was it someone here on the platform?

She didn't really afford the thought much time as the unholy noises of the youma train filled her ears. It was enough to make her turn her eyes away from Xenotime, to peer out the office at the unholy beast that zoomed by.

Had.. had the Negaverse done that!? A youma that big? And... all those people inside? It felt like her heart stopped as the realization sank in, and she found the strength inside her despite Maia's attack. "Oh my god, the people in the train!!!"