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(( Edited slightly to make it more clear Leucite had grabbed her. ))

"I'm not listening to your lies today. Get out of the way." Green eyes flicked between the approached lieutenants. They reeked of danger, of false promises, of sick ideals.

Pandora could almost imagine their twisted grins at the idea of getting their filthy, dirty hands on their new toy. The rage made her eyes go so white that she almost missed something much worse.

"STOP!"

Pandora's eyes were red-hot on Linarite's grip of Avery's hands. Turning over in her chest, her heart made double time.

Two men.

Avery broke into a run. Pandora broke into one, too, body lurching against the snatching restraint of a Lieutenant.

"Green Eyed Monster!" she shouted out. Panting, but still with plenty of energy to spare, she threw all her strength towards the narrow split between the two lieutenants blocking her path. Let them try to stop her.

Pandora was going to get to Linarite if it killed her.

Leucite remembered the briefing - he still didn't like the fact that they were being left without backup, but what could you do? Orders were orders - and he was told that under no circumstances was Linarite to be stopped.

So as Pandora tried to tried to break between them, Leucite did the only sensible thing in his mind.

Lunging at her, he attempted to tackle her to the ground, not caring what damage he might earn himself in pursuit of the mission. "COVER THE CAPTAIN!" Was all he shouted to Bischofite as he prayed to whatever deity out there that would listen that he was successful in taking this senshi down.

If he weren't on camera, he'd of played dirty and went for her hair. But no - he had to be noble. At least for now.

The grappling, dirty fingers latched into her fuku, Pandora squirmed, tugged, and drove her feet hard into the pavement. There was a harsh, ripping sound as the sleeve tore.

The Senshi broke free, the right side of her body smacking into Bischofite. The momentum was carrying her, forward, forward--

Nothing.

The world fizzled and fell flat. No. Pandora blinked, only half-aware of oily hands attempting to make purchase on her body. Avery did not reappear. Linarite did not reappear.

No. No. NO. NO.

All at once, the rank smelling, well-cut, lies of the leftover lieutenants became apparent.

"Where?!" her constricting voice cracked out as a strong arm swung around, headed for Bischofite's head. It was a rabid, clumsy blow and Pandora was already wheeling.

The body of Leucite coming into catch her up again was greeted with glowing, green hands. Calloused, bruising hands reached for his face and neck.

"Where'd you take her?" she screamed at him at an octave which would surely split ears. "Where. Is. She."

He almost caught hold of her.

Almost.

She slipped out of his arms like water, tumultuous and raving. She lashed out at him afterward, and her arm cracked against his nose heavily. He stumbled backward with his hand cupped over his nose, unwilling to fully touch it. He winced and felt fingers caressing his mouth - blood. Through his wince, through his blistering glare at the senshi, he expressed his scorn.

Leucite became the new target of her fury, her ceaseless questions laced with scathing accusations.

Perhaps it was time to drop the act. Their captain escaped already.

Bischofite understood by the splitting sounds of the other lieutenant's screams that he had to act now. His partner in this bizarre scene might die from his inaction. This fiery senshi sought to cauterize her own wounds, her own anguish, and cremate the two with her ravenous flame. This was a certainty. This was as the sky was above, or the ground was below.

Since his weapons lacked any combative usefulness, he aimed a strong punch at the back of her head. MAybe if she'd just focus on Leucite a little longer...

With any luck they might daze her enough to escape. A gamble, but worth the effort.

Never in his entire life, had Leucite ever thought he'd be happy to be kneed in the nose. The blistering - blinding pain was fading now, replaced slowly by that dull throbbing, eye-tearing ache that came when you hit the bridge of your nose just right.

Oh now it was on... And Leucite was going to pull every single trick in his arsenal to survive. They were outclassed - he knew that was likely the case going in. He hadn't realized how outclassed they were.

He played up his injury a bit for the camera - not a lot but enough. He'd of croaked thanks to Bischofite if it weren't for the fact they were still locked in mortal combat with the super.

"Monster is right," he did manage to croak out finally - if only just loud enough for the senshi to hear. He'd of been louder but his throat still felt like it had been dragged across a pit of still smouldering embers.

It was time to put up or shut up. Slowly, and shakily rising back to his feet one hand going to wipe the blood away from his mouth and nose (he now realized she might have broken it - but it was hard to tell right this second.) He panted as best he could out of his mouth before looking to Bischofite and nodding his head slowly.

As soon as he nodded he leaped into the fray again, throwing a few combo jabs at her kidneys and following it up with a forward kick toward her back. They weren't as crisp or nearly as strong as they should have been. Leucite's pain and lack of ability of breathing through his nose was hampering him.

He was half a mind to call for a rout - but he was also the kind to make sure all his allies got away first. He'd hold nothing against Bischofite if the other man fled now in the face of such adversity.

Not that the other man knew that.

As he felt the firm grip of the General-King haul him backward, Leucite almost swore - almost. He wanted to end this properly and show Howlite he had what it took to take down a senshi.

But her order had been clear - and so, when she pulled him to her side, he stood down, and braced himself for what he knew had to happen next.

He had never been teleported a long distance by anyone before - so he had no idea what it was going to be like.

But he did manage to restrain his urge to egg Pandora on more before they disappeared. He wasn't sure how long Howlite's flash bomb would keep the cameras down.

He was thankful when his view of the pissed off Pandora vanished - only to replaced with something else...

A casual kick from a General King, when connected, was enough to throw a Super back, send her rolling away from the fray. Her fingers scraped at the ground as she skidded.

The lungs in her chest gasped for the air that had been removed from them.

No longer did she wear a white fuku, it had stained dirty creams and asphalted greys. The forward step she took onto her feet stumbled, and Pandora was left splayed over her own quaking legs, wondering why they were refusing to support her weight.

A small trickle of blood slid down her arm from the skid. The bruises would purple later, both physical and those that had punched her heart.

Grinding her teeth, Pandora forced those legs to work, reality setting in. The clench in her jaw kept back the sting of tears. It kept her focused.

She needed to power down. Get somewhere safe.

Then she could hunt down anyone and everyone who might know something about where they'd taken Avery.

Pandora hated having to take care of herself first, but she shuffled off anyway, riding the last of her adrenaline until she collapsed in a safe place to metaphorically lick her wounds.

After that, it was okay to cry.