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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 12:53 am
Ashanite stumbled backwards, putting as much space between him and his opponent as he could manage. He pressed a hand to his stomach, as if he could stop the bleeding with that alone - stupid, but he was still fighting through a very thorough scrambling of his thoughts. He considered spending the energy to call his daggers back, to try a throw, but he didn't trust his aim, and he definitely wasn't going to risk just...chucking a deadly weapon at someone obviously willing to kill.
Especially not since it was Umber coming to his aid. Even with the fuzziness in his head, he recognized his roommate's voice over the communicator, and in the back of his mind he dimly recognized that there was in fact something worse than facing Laurelite and explaining this disaster, and that was facing Umber, who he was far more emotionally invested in impressing, and explaining this disaster.
He was surprised how quickly Umber's aura entered his awareness - he had teleported, it seemed, which bade well for the likelihood of Ashanite surviving this encounter.
(Ashanite liked the sound of Shale's voice normally, but it sounded especially good right then; probably because it meant he was going to live but also because authority sounded good on him.)
"Bite me," he snarled, in response to Thraen's verbal calculation of his worth as an officer. Even bruised and bleeding, he wasn't out, and the magic of his weapons had all but abated - he could think clearly, focus, and that meant he could fight, if he had to.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 1:38 am
Umber was surprised to find that the senshi did not outright attack - he expected it, for how Ashanite was wounded so, but words took the place of violence. The general paused, then, half in step, and watched the senshi unblinkingly. He did not hear Thraen Perennial Planting, as he would expect.
It plays a calculated game. This man would, or did, make a fine hunter. He has a point. Ashanite has not produced appreciable results for his corruption. He has complained about being in the Negaverse. He hasn't taken lieutenants to train that I have seen. He contributes nothing to the goodwill of the Negaverse. His usefulness is very limited in my eyes, but I am not a General-King. I cannot make the decision of his worthiness.
This senshi misses one point. Ashanite is not as much a coward as he is an idiot. He should've run at the first sign of you. He knows you from Xenotime.
"It is not my place to judge the worth of officers." If Laurelite found that this was his last transgression, Umber was certain that she would dispose of him in a manner most efficient for the Negaverse. Personal opinion was less a factor in his decisions, else he would operate quite differently than standing request. Umber continued his cross to Ashanite's side, who he regarded with no more warmth or coldness than he would in any other occasion. He did not betray his personal evaluation of the scene.
Even as he grasped Ashanite's arm, he considered the senshi's words. He was right - a coward had few uses. He was right that someone else of the Negaverse could take his place, and perhaps perform better. But by doing so, he jeopardized his own standing in life and as an officer of merit. Ashanite could call again during the assault and tell someone else the story if he lived. Perhaps Metallia could see all that they saw. But, perhaps most convincing was the recognition that the negatives outweighed the positives. So Ashanite would live, despite the senshi's words. Umber oculd see to that.
"I'll remember you." Umber's three words were the last spoken before the pair vanished without warning.
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