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Jet: 5/30
Damage: 0

Yes, he realized he was being rash. No, he didn’t really care at this point. He was livid. This man-child was the same rank he was?? He had a powerful hit, of course. Jet wouldn’t deny that! But that didn’t mean he was all that happy about nearly getting his teeth knocked out. And okay, he had a bit of a short fuse temper and his knives were his safety blanket.

The violent kick he received next had him doubling over onto the ground, his knives dropped for the chance at using his arms to wrap around himself. Maybe that was what he got for pulling out his knives on a fellow officer. But what the ******** ever.

Jet shifted just enough to glare miserably up at the man from where he curled up on the ground. “******** you,” he spat for good measure. It was the most he could do at the moment.

General Xenotime

The woman was there, and she had been watching. Typhon had been correct in his earlier thought that his shoddy performance would not please his general, but nor really did the vulgar display of crotch groping the senshi was putting on now. There was gloating, and then there was overkill. "A little composure, if you please, Typhon."

She did understand the man's temper though, and the direction his mind often took from one situation to the next. This behavior was not entirely unexpected, but it did have the potential to reflect poorly on herself, and Xenotime didn't want that. A little curb to his enthusiasm, that was all she was looking for.

That, however, did not take away from the impressive come back he'd taken for himself after a rather dismal beginning. She lingered in the stands, making sure the match was well and truly over before making any move to meet her corrupt. That arm would need tending to.