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He watched her crawl, gasping as she tried to explain. Did he need her reasons? Wolframite didn't know. He had vaguley wondered how anyone in their right mind could stand by and listen to what he heard for 2 weeks, what he saw for that time, and he had gone through, and not be moved to do something. But that was the key word. No one there had been in their right mind, and if anyone there could allow that to happen, they would be more than willing to do it again.

"I don't need to hear an excuse. You stood and watched. You let them die, and not with the honor they would have had if they fought in any sort of battle. You all starved them and slowly killed then while they were chained." He followed her as she moved, inching away as best she could. Like a worm.

A disgusting, filthy, rotten, wwwooorrmmm.

He hicked his leg up and slammed his heel into her back. It was the first time he ever used the heel to his boots before, but now that he felt the point connect into her back, he smiled. Hmmm. Heels weren't that bad after all.

Grinning, he dug them into her back to stomp out the bug. "You helped them kill my friends and robbed them of the sort of death that they deserved. Not rotting in some chair as they were butchered like cattle!" His smile vanished as he scowled, frustration and anger pulling his features tight and destroying his boyish face. He wanted to pop her under his shoe like a fat slug.

Paying no mind, he continued on, pressing his heel until he removed it, feeling only a little strain in his leg. Turning, he summoned his weapon, wondering if he could threaten her with the blades as the others had done. There were different sides to blunt pain and that of a blade, and he debated stretching this out too long. You don't have two weeks after all.

He told himself that the crying didn't bother him despite his stomach twisting. Yet, as it persisted, he turned and kicked her side once more.

There was enough seconds before impact for Wolframite to look surprised. When he felt the grip on his knee-high boots, he reminded himself that this was exactly why one didn't get too cocky with a senshi and why killing as soon as possible was always the best way to handle a senshi in any given situation. She had no vital information, no real use, but it was the satisfaction of delivering even a small amount of the pain he and his friends had endured that let him play around.

His tail-bone hit the ground as he leg was yanked, and the pain sang up his spine. Even if it was dirt, it was still very solid. His weapon dismissed itself when he lost his grip, and he hiked his other leg to kick out at her. "LET GO!"

It seemed someone didn't like to be touched.

The face was of great concern for Wolframite. While others might be worried about their looks, the captain was more concerned about the usefulness of his eyes, not to mention a healing wound on the side of his face. A wound that the senshi had reached out for and scratched in her desperation to attack and wound him. A burn was already a terrible injury, involving a long process of healing, burn cremes, and medication just to be able to keep sane at times. Weeks had past and the dead skin was gone, scabs slowly working to fix what it could, and with the blessing of a Negaverse health plan that involved eating energy orbs and crossing his fingers (on his good hand), the scarring was minimal.

However, the wound was still tender, healing, and at the swipe of fingernails across it, tore off healing scabs and soft skin to make it weep with blood. Kicking back, he summoned his weapon with his good hand and threw the chains at her in a wide arch to get her to release. "YOU STUPID b***h!" He cried, pain and anger rippling through his young voice.

It took a lot to make Wolframite swear, but he was properly pissed now.

He held his neck, pain singing hot as he felt blood drip between his fingers. Tonight was going to be unbearable to sleep and he knew Billy was gong to be pissed that he got a injury made worse from going off on these midnight patrols when he should be taking it easy. Why wasn't he doing that? No one expected him to be out here. Then again, they didn't expect much out of him.

Yet, out of his patrols and run-ins with senshi so far, this one was at least a member of their party. The closest he had gotten to since he was rescued. He had to get her.

Focusing despite the misting in his eyes, he ran after her, spinning one end of his chain to get some needed momentum an trying to aim. Just as he felt he might have it, he let his chain weapon loose.

Oh, he knew Sweet Harmony. The trick was to keep the notes away, and he had a nice little object to bash against the the notes. She still had enough energy to fight him then she was clearly not sorry at all. It just meant that deep down, she DID want him dead. Liar. They were all liars. They would all bite and chew and claw to live and would use every word and trick to survive.

"You already know why."

Grabbing the end of his chain, he gripped it between his good hand and bad one and then jumped back, hoping to whip her back and hopefully into a tree. If anything, it would injure her enough to not try that attack again and if a few notes did hit, then he'd have time. He hoped.

Maia shouted when the chain went taunt and she went flying right through her own attack, which although halved because she did not finish it took effect off her. She slammed into the tree and would have screamed, but her body felt heavy, so tired. She knew she had to fight it, but did she ever want to give in to the feeling as she slumped against her ground. Her shoulder ached severely with sharp pain from where she slammed into the tree, but in the moment there was nothing she could do about expect bare it.

Maia wanted to look up at the voice of her friend, but her head would not cooperate. Still she was so very happy to know that she wouldn't die tonight. Of course she should have called on the Blood Moon Court, but she didn't see one of them in the area, and she knew that probably would have made the situation worse. Not only that, depending on who it was Wolfy might possibly have died that night. Maia couldn't handle that, not right now, not even with him trying to kill her.

"Well, you know..." Regulus quipped, spreading his hands slightly, which was, not coincidentally, also preparation to attack again. "Cats... Dogs... you... me... It's like Kismet, only with more punching. And burning."

He flashed a brief smile to the Nega agent. Funny to think he'd actually saved the guy once when they'd been battling the Cardians. He somehow had the feeling that wasn't happening again any time soon. Certainly he didn't expect Wolframite to ever return the favor.

"Any way it boils down to this. I can't let you kill my friends.... Oh and I seem to recall you still owe me for saving your a** from the stupid Card Monster."

...That was probably just going to get him hurt, and Wolframites chain was likely to do worse than give him the black eye the jumprope had, way back when, but since it had come to mind, he felt he had to try.