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The call to arms had come while the general and her new charge had been out exploring the ins and outs of the city. Now that she was home again she was taking her role seriously. There were so many things to share, things she'd both been told herself or had to find on her own, but she'd grown up here, this was her home. Umber was new to this concrete jungle, unfamiliar with the layout of the city or which places he should or shouldn't go without her or another stronger officer with him. Set turfs were not defined, there were no official boarders, but there were known haunts of certain individuals, and Xenotime was not keen on losing the lieutenant to some territorial senshi.

The summons they both received pulled a a wicked little grin along dark painted lips as she listened, head tilted to one side, and as Painite's voice faded into nothing again she turned silver eyes to the man with her. "Let's go crash the party."

Like he had the choice. Her arm snaked around his waist as she stepped into his side, and the city melted away, replaced by chill, clear air and the press of trees around them. She'd teleported them onto the sturdy branch of some old oak, free hand snapping out to press into the trunk as she gathered her bearings, listening to the as of yet relative quiet around them. There were voices, a few bodies moving in the dark, and a steadily growing number of mixed auras flaring into life around them.

Her had on his side tightened as she leaned into him, gave dropping to the cabin they could just make out through the trees. "Do you feel that order aura that blazes powerful enough you can feel it like an ache in your teeth?" Camelot. Her expression darkened as her eyes fell on his fallen form. Even down, he was still dangerous. "If you ever feel anything to that degree approaching you, run." The royal knight might have had weak resolve, but that did not mean all the royals shared his same soft heart. All the same, she would not risk Umber to their wavering mercy.

Mont Blonc didn't know Camelot - or didn't remember the name anyway - actually, he didn't really know anyone. He'd only gotten settled in with his new roommate a few days ago, and to be honest, he was still hardwired for France's time zone. Which wasn't all bad since it made the late nights of patrolling a little easier he supposed, but he felt strangely isolated in such a large city he used to call home. He'd never expected the transition to be easy, but the doubts about such a sweeping change with no support system in place were sort of inevitable when it was all said and done.

At least, until this - because this was just the sort of thing he'd come back to the states for. He could actually help! Like it or not, he had a place in this war, and he was here to find out what it was!

- didn't make dashing through the trees into the unknown any less eerie or anything, but, you know. At least he was here. That was the important thing, right?

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Coffinite V. Mont Blonc's can of Raid

Painite had called, and even though they were equal rank now, like a loyal dog Natron came. Part of him was glad that Fangite had come, too, as a newly-minted Captain, but at the same time, he was definitely concerned about his boyfriend's safety.

It was too easy to remember the last big battle they'd gotten tangled in, or at least the last one he could remember - where they had been Knights,and they had both died.

"Promise me you'll stay safe, alright?" Natron asked, and for a brief moment he considered stealing a kiss - but the last time he'd done that, it had ended badly. So instead he just rested a hand on Fangite's shoulder and squeezed. "Yell for me if you need help."

The General's eyes found a red-haired Eternal, one of those damn glowing ones (Transcendents, his memory - or Lyonesse's - supplied) who looked all too eager to cause trouble - and that definitely couldn't be allowed to happen. He darted off in her direction, swinging his kusarigama idly and then launching the bladed end at her.

"What's going on is that we're gonna take down Camelot, and the rst of you, too."

Havasu was practicing when he received the SOS. Even though he didn't know who the guy was that wanted the help it sounded like fun and for the last few weeks Havasu hadn't had the kind of excitement he was craving. He booked it towards the brewing battle, he found that it was better not to think about trying to read auras and just let it happen.

Helicon was not going to turn down a call for help, especially not from the royal knight he now understood was the one who had purified him of his connection to the Negaverse.

He ran head first into the battle, distracted a bit by looking around and trying to find an ally to hide behind and he ended up right in front of a general. His first instinct was to freeze. He felt so new at this he sometimes forgot he was at a full knight's power level.

"H-hey," He stammered, trying to stand firm in front of Painite and puff out his chest at his full height.

He didn't recognize her. Sort of. Seeing her ignited a bunch of weird feelings, but they weren't connected to a name or a memory. All of those memories had been removed.

"Stop."

He was so dead.

Somehow, by some miracle, even though his parents now knew his secret he… surprisingly wasn’t grounded for life. Instead he was met with sad looks of concern from his mother, and his father… well, he tried not making eye contact with him if he could. His parents made him feel guilty for putting himself in danger. Hell, some might even say he had bad parents for not grounding him, but maybe they realized he would do it anyway, and could only hope he would be responsible enough to stay home like a normal boy.

But he wasn’t a normal boy, and him staying home was not this day.

“Be careful!” he shouted needlessly in Perdita’s direction, whom he’d met up with shortly after receiving a text on his phone indicating there was trouble. Living across the street from a fellow senshi had its perks, although he wished it had been someone other than Haven. She was bad enough at school, but now she had even more to hold over his head. Literally. How was it that she was taller than he was??

It looked like everyone was pairing up to try and knock out as many as possible, although he hardly thought that was a good strategy at all. They were stronger in teams and while he would have rather stayed by the side of another senshi or knight, he couldn’t just let a youma attack someone with their back turned.

“Hey!” he shouted, tossing a rock in the youma’s direction before it managed to go after anyone else. He might be young, but he wasn’t a pushover.

The call had gone out and for once, Fulgurite couldn't avoid answering it. He'd done pretty good thus far weaseling out of combat... maybe he could make this quick and dirty and get out with minimal damage to himself. He wasn't afraid to take a hit, but this just wasn't the same.

After getting dragged to the woods by his captain, the corrupt senshi was released to his own devices while they rushed off to engage with the others. He slunk between the trees trying to avoid the loudest knots of people, and maybe the worst of the fighting.

Sadly, that was not to last long and a voice calling announced the approach of someone... someone who felt caustic on his senses. Fulgurite frowned as he circled around a tree, getting a look at whomever it was before he engaged them. Hmm... first level. Girl... senshi. Not really my style, to hit a girl, but I'm not getting my a** trashed to spare her.

"You're in trouble, girlie." He said as he stepped out, feeling his long hair brush against his ankles. "You should turn around and run away before you get yourself hurt. Painite is out for blood tonight."