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A sleeting moment of being free form his grasp was quickly dashed. Once again he had a hand locked in her hair. She felt the pull and her body followed the direction he wanted her to go while her neck protested the jerky movement towards his body.

The air rushed out of her body as she gasped and sputtered. Her knees finally gave out and she fell as far as his secure grip would allow her. Tears were now running down her face all the while she sputtered and wanted to curl in on the pain but could not thanks to her head being rendered almost immobile.

Harmonia practically missed his vulgar statement about her hair. She had been far too busy sucking in air as much as her bruised body would allow her. Not to mention her jaw would not open completely to allow her as much access to the oxygen she needed. She did -not- miss his last one.

My starseed?

A terror she had never felt before welled up within her as he eyes flew open wide and her body went rigid.

This man was a terror. A monster! He knew how to inflict pain not just physically but mentally as well and it was obvious that he was enjoying every moment of it.

This battle had turned into a fight to survive for Harmonia.

No! No! What is he saying! Stop! They'd never believe that I'd do something like that! Never! Except a small spark of doubt was there. He created it and her imagination needed very little to develop a scene for her mind to view and it terrified her. If such a scene played out how could her parents -not- doubt her? The last thing she'd ever want was to hurt them in any way. She was doing this to protect them. She didn't want to cause them pain.

She grunted when her back hit the wall. The rough exterior bit into the exposed skin on her back. Any other day she would have hissed at the stinging pain but now it barely registered in her mind when compared to the condition the rest of her body was in.

When he reached towards her chest she flinched. Despite the lack of willingness to work, Chailee motivated her legs enough and tried to pull away and only managed to scrape her back up more against the wall.

No he can't!

She felt her limbs grow a bit heavier as he drained her. Harmonia's breathing grew rapid and shallow as fear began to sink it's overpowering fingers into her. It did not take much for her to imagine that small ball of light being her starseed.

Her breathing hitched. A sob escaped her as she shook her head. She couldn't speak. The ability to move her jaw was not something within her power and and the best she could do was a slightly slurred and muffled no which she repeated multiple times all the while staring at him with large eyes.

She kept shaking her head but it became more a motion to try and deter her from his words and convince herself that he was wrong than it was to convey to him what she thought.

What he said was hitting hard. Try as she might Harmonia could not stop his malicious words from getting to her. How could she not? She was in an alley bruised and battered with her back forced against a wall as this Lieutenant mocked her and played with her. She was so emotionally and physically beat she didn't have the reserves to fight off his malicious intent. She tried. Oh did she try, but she failed like she had so many times that night.

The sensation of his breath upon her ear as he spoke caused her to want to pull away. She didn't want him so close to her. But she stiffened at his words.

She was basically helpless in his grip and terrified for her life and the only salvation that he was willing to give her was to convert? Why? Why would he think that she'd accept that? As much as the idea of dieing terrified her for more reasons than she could ever voice to someone, the thought of possibly becoming someone like him was just...unspeakable.

The saddened expression on his face did nothing but make her fear for her soul even more. As much as she didn't want to cause her parents to cry over her and doubt that she was ever someone but with pure intentions she could not, not ever convert to a side who treated people like this!

Her inability to form words was not an issue at this point. Her eyes spoke volumes when it came to her decision.

Her body trembled.

Whenever Camelot felt the auras of a Chaos soldier and an Order soldier near one another, he assumed the worst. With that assumption, he always went to investigate, and always expected the worst. More than once he had been proven correct in his worries, after all, and he had learned to not take the risk. He would not leave someone in danger, if they were in it, just as much as he would not cause trouble if it was unnecessary.

It could be a nega looking for help purifying, right?

Right...

He moved quickly, paranoia and instinct getting the better of him. He was on the roof tops, taking a direct path toward the two auras, stopping on a roof top and looking down into an alley to see the scene he had not wanted, but was expecting.

Leaping down, Camelot landed near enough to the duo to not need to run any closer, straightening up to his full height and holding his shield, which he had summoned to him on the way down. It was massive and emblazoned with a mighty dragon with a large, green jeweled eye. His aura as a Royal Knight was equally large, oppressive to Chaos sensibilities.

"Step back, Lieutenant." Camelot said sternly, in the same tone he used when ordering his son to do something. Except the authority and weight behind the words was much more acute, and there was a slight edge of danger in his stance and the shortness to his speech that held very potent warning.

He moved forward, to put himself between the Nega and the Senshi.

Leucite, to be fair, had not expected the Royal Knight to butt in. It was actually almost painful to look at him, his aura was - well in the over 9000 territory of overbearing. He hissed a bit under his breath, but stood his ground.

He would not run.

Well - actually - there was no way he could fight either. He just didn't appreciate being glared at like he was a trouble child - he'd gotten enough of that from his own father.

With a frustrated, feral growl, he turned, and spat, "Next time we meet, little lamb, you won't be so lucky."

Had things been different, he probably would have queried the knight about things Amenthes had told him... For verification purposes, of course.

But it was neither the time, nor place.

"She's all yours, Tin man, as useless as she is. Teach the children to fight before you put them in the field."

He'd been monologing for too long... He tensed himself up and made for the rooftops, trying to put as much distance between himself and the knight - hoping he'd tend to the wounded over pursuing the foe.

Harmonia flinched at Leucites parting words, afraid he was going to take another shot at her before departing but a blow never came. She watched as the Nega shot the man more scathing words before running off and with the danger gone she finally let herself take in a full shuttering breath of air as her body completely released any tension she was holding and the pain fully hit her. It really was amazing what andrenaline and fear could do when it came to suppressing the pain of injuries.

She looked up at the man as he turned towards her. She barely registered his change in posture and softened expression as she sat there contemplating on whether she should attempt to move herself but the weight of her limbs told her she wasn't going anywhere soon or her own violation.

His first question was very obviously a rhetorical question but it worked to help calm her more as he moved to her side.

As her introduced himself though and promised to help her was when the tears formed in her eyes. All of her emotions at once hit her now that she felt safe. She had been so scared, felt so alone, and completely useless that the relief of being safe was almost too much and she cried.

His last question though she nodded as the tears flowed. She attempted to form words through her tears and pain. "J...Jaw." It came out muffled and a bit slurred but she hoped her understood. To try and emphasis her point she lifted a hand to where the initial impact had occurred. It wasn't her only injury, far from, but it was the most agonizing one. Being slouched against the wall helped to suppress the pain in her abdomen and she dared not even think what kind of damage could be done there. The rest of her body just completely ached from the abuse it took. Bruises would definitely form if they had not already in multiple places along side minor cuts and scrapes.

The warm red and gold cloak wrapped around her shoulders worked for Chailee as hiding under a blanket from monsters did for small children. The world didn't seem as threatening in that moment and she felt safe despite not really knowing the man, Camelot, who had come to her aid. Maybe it was his calming presence or the way he spoke to her, but Camelot made her feel comfortable as if he own father were there taking care of her and warding away the monsters from under the bed like he had done whens he was little.

Her tears slowly abated. They really weren't making her feel any better anyway. With the encouragement from Camelot and the pain that the tears brought as her jaw muscles tensed in reaction she found herself finding little want to continue to cry.

As Camelot moved to carry her she made no objection. She didn't have it in her to even voice a stubborn complaint about being able to move on her own because...well...she knew she couldn't. Not anytime soon anyway. So as Camelot carefully picked her up and stood she let her body lean against his chest. She could distantly feel bits and pieces of the armor that crossed his chest through the now bunched up cloak. It didn't bother her though. Instead she focused on the warmth that his chest gave her and the support of his arms under her. She truly felt safe now.

At his question she hesitated with answer. What would she tell her parents? She was minor and the hospital would definitely call them about her being there. Would her parents be angry at her? Disappointed? Would htey try to lock her up at night? She felt her muscles tense up a bit as her anxieties began to get the the best of her. If they got more strict and grounded her how could she do her job as a senshi? Did she want to continue to be a senshi? That thought brought mixed feelings.

No matter what the outcome though she knew she had to go. She had no idea what was wrong with her Jaw and with how hard he had punched her in her stomach she had no idea if there was anything wrong there either. She may not be the best student when it came to science but she knew there were some important organs there.

Tentatively she nodded her head yes to the Royal Knight.

I'll just have to think up some kind of story. Though how I am going to explain this I have no idea.

She looked up at Camelot and wanted to voice her thanks to him but knew better at this point. Talking was just not on the agenda for her at the moment. Instead she reached over and supported her arm along her body as she placed her palm against her chest. Hoping he'd get the idea as she looked at him.

As she looked at him a passing through crossed her mind and she furrowed her brow a bit. Surely they couldn't just...show up at the hospital powered up...or could they? For all she knew there were Order people who worked there.