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Axinite offered Natrolite a smile that displayed some discreet amusement; he might have been entirely aware of the humor being relayed but his position demanded seriousness--at least to some degree. Regardless of if he understood the man's work as a joke or if he was taking them at face value, he did not comment on it or Xenotime's banter.

Instead, he moved to stand behind the General. He rested his hand on her shoulder and a surge of Chaos immediately rippled beneath his touch. He allowed a moment for the Chaos to well up and course through her. While he was still holding the reins, he allowed the power to channel through Xenotime. There was always a great risk of error in things like this, but he had full confidence in both his abilities and hers, it seemed.

He gave her a reassuring nod when he was satisfied that they could proceed.

"You can do this," he promised, though it was not clear who he was speaking to. Perhaps he was preparing Natrolite, in some way, for the pain that would follow. Perhaps he was trying to assure Xenotime that he had faith in her abilities. Perhaps he meant both and was just a man of few words.

The general's smile turned from enticing to down right preditory, and the tips of slender fingers slid past his uniform, past the skin beneath, the muscle, the bone, deeper. Until she could wrap her small hand around the starseed that rested at the center of his body, holding it gently as she leaned her weight against him.

"It's a distinct possibility." Not only was she proud that one of her own gaining strength and status within the Negaverse, but there was a certain undeniable thrill that came with holding a person's life in her hand. Squeeze a little too tightly, draw that shimmering bit of life force from his chest, and he'd drop at her feet like a puppet with it's strings cut. Or, she could share her power with him, make him better, faster, stronger. It was the power of life and death in the palm of her hand, and it was a heady, addicting thing.

Lower lip catching between her teeth, she slid her thumb along one angular edge of the starseed in her hand, and then began to feed chaos into it. A small trickle, and then more, faster, tapping into that link to the general-king through the hand on her shoulder. Drawing on the chaos he was offering and pouring it into the agent standing before her.