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Not only did the corrupt not seem to hear his warning, but they also decided to use their magic on the dark haired senshi.

Or attempt to use magic. Because nothing happened.

Whatever the magic was supposed to do, Sessrumnir wasn’t sure it happened. Which was good but also concerning. Was something supposed to be happening? Was there a delay in the effect?

Angry that corrupt could potentially put Remus in danger, and the others of course, Sessrumnir lunged forward, reaching out with one hand to try and grab hold of the other’s long braids, while his other fist pulled back to deliver a full bodied hook at the corrupt senshi’s head.

There was the chance that the other hadn’t heard him, but that no longer mattered. He could see Remus diving into the fight with the other two; a senshi and knight he was certain he’d seen before throughout the years he’d been a knight, but unable to recall their names. He’d never met Obsidian in person, but the vibrant red hair and uniform reminded him of the description his brother gave him a couple years ago about a General who attacked a civilian and ate their starseed, and then threatened to hunt down Valhalla’s family.

Well, whether or not this was the same guy, Sessrumnir wasn’t going to take that risk. If the others didn’t finish off the General, then he would.

Restless ire filled his days since the hospital tribulations left him high and dry. A day stayed over, a Negaverse operation confronted, and next to nothing came of it. Had they staged such a mess to extract energy and starseeds? To gather intelligence on the caught-unawares Order affiliates? He doubted as much - not with stray Negaverse agents mixed into the whole affair, and with youma attacking them with similar disregard for their station. No, the whole of it went offf like a hot mess, and the general at the helm loosed them for no ostensible reason. The taunting explanation given left Scholomance preoccupied with thoughts of a secondary, impending attack.

But he could stew on it no longer. If he wanted answers, he knew to seek them in the wreckage. Whether the hospital was treated as a crime scene or otherwise mattered not - for someone like him, retaining anonymity in tresspassing was a matter of donning Scholomance's attire and avoiding undue police interactions. He expected the need to hunt for stray papers left behind, orders scribbled hastily over glass or other clues as to the general's intentions, but as he crested one of the nearer intersections, a sense of an auric cluster cast away all thought of investigations. A battle was a foregone conclusion - auric energy projected by both parts of the war stood out keenly for their close proximity. He could not count their number from such a distance and did not aim to; Scholomance dropped traveling pretense into a dead run to meet with the battle itself.

And as he passed beyond the campus perimeter, cresting the oncology center, he started to recognize uniforms. I'll be shitting diamonds. These little chance meetings are getting to be a bit much. Scylla and Hy-Brasil squared off against their opposition, being two unknown redheads. With them stood and eternal and knight by look, along with two of Scylla's tentacles.

A glint caught his attention, and Scholomance recognized a keen broadsword in the general's hands. False teeth clenched and ground as he worked out uneasy involvement. Four on two was a favorable front for Order, but Order sucked more d**k than he did when it came to getting organized. Alongside that, no count of numbers completely safeguarded others from a broadsword's cutting blow. His magic might offer respite from such an attack if he could time his intervention correctly, but involving himself in the matter to any respect held harrowing potential.

Won't you give me a hand, Scholomance?

Forcing the thought aside, Scholomance descended from the chosen parapet and sprinted across the grounds to reach a cautious distance from the fight. The two tentacles proved deterrent enough for the moment, and both offered viable targets for the deadly blade in the crowd. A thought brought his bone whip to hand and he clutched it tightly, his three fingers ivory white beneath the glove.

"Scylla, Hy-Brasil. Don't get too cautious."

Remus felt a surge of vicious satisfaction that his magic had actually worked. It wasn't much, maybe, but it was something, and it had at least managed to take the General's attention off of the Squire, though she was fighting just as fiercely as the rest of them. There was a dark haired Eternal somewhere to Remus's side, and then Sessrumnir somewhere behind him, with the Corrupted, though Remus couldn't see him.

His arms were still outstretched, a look of savage pleasure on Remus's face, but it didn't last very long. Obsidian had wheeled around, and the crack of the shockwave from his sword sent him flying backwards, Remus letting out a sharp yelp as he crashed into the ground, arms scraping on the debris, head cracking against the ******** hurt like hell; Remus clambered to his feet, swearing violently, staggering a little as his head spinning dangerously. He stumbled forward, trying to shake it off, and ran towards where he'd last seen the general again, glancing around until he saw him, hands around the dark haired Eternal's neck.

"This ******** ******** ******** b*****d - "

Remus lunged, trying to slam a kick into the man's ankle - petty, maybe, but it might help.

The general was unkind. He employed his own brand of magic, sending a restless gust toward the eternal that casted upon him. And that shockwave struck true - the eternal was laid out on the concrete, while his magic continued to course underneath the general's feat. But he would not be stopped by magic alone; even with the spell underfoot, and Scylla's tentacle raving about nearby, he seized her promptly in a crushing grip. And even if her impromptu partner clamored to his feet and charged after her freedom, Scholomance expected that the general would not relinquish her so easily.

Targeting the general was a poor idea - doing so would invalidate the eternal's attacks. No, he needed to pluck Scylla from the fabric of that reality and give her the precious seconds to retreat.

The whip coiled and struck, splintering the ground for himself and Scylla. Pieces of the world arched up toward the sky, folding on themselves, lilting across pale twilight. Here, she would fade into a ghost's visage, free to slip from her captor for the handful of seconds that he intended to hold the cast. He was wary of holding for longer - and not simply for the burdensome weight that bore down on his bones. While he weathered the taxing, crushing effects of his magic, he chose such a short burst for Scylla's own abilities. Isolating her tentacle wasn't tactically smart.

The few secons passed and he lifted his spell, where the world reassembled promptly. No longer did street lights coast on the open air for Scylla or himself. The ground reformed, buildings raveled together, and the formerly ethereal appearances of the other attendants came unto themselves. Scholomance released a breath and rolled his whip gently.

He could kill any of them, but Hy-Brasil was the easiest target. What did he plan that had him neglecting the most straightforward murder here? Scholomance remained sidelined as he watched.

It was difficult for him to focus on the corrupt senshi in front of him, and not try to watch every move Remus made. They both knew he tended to be overprotective, but it wasn’t as though he didn’t trust Remus and his abilities. He knew Remus had strong magic and could hold his own. He had enough energy and speed to get out of the way of attacks (most of the time), so he just had to keep focused on the corrupt in front of him.

The punch landed and knocked the corrupt right to the ground. His heart was pounding from the danger of it all, but he knew that if he just kept this corrupt eternal occupied, it would give the others a better chance to finish off the General.

“Like I said before; leave while you still can,” he growled, reaching out to try and grab another fist full of hair -

But one of those tentacle things came rolling his way. Sharp teeth dug into his leg for a few moments before he was able to shake it off and jump back, hissing and cursing in pain. He didn't think the wounds were that deep, but they still stung, and his pants were torn and bloody.

He could hear the shouts from the General, felt the shake of the ground as the shock wave emitted. It took everything he had not to abandon keeping the corrupt senshi occupied and run over to see if his fiance was hurt when he was knocked backwards, but thankfully Remus got up relatively quickly.

And went to attack the General.

Which was fine, really, because he was trying to help the other senshi. And there was another knight that showed up, the man named Scholomance if he remembered correctly, having been told by both of his brothers. Good, they could use all the help they could get.

And another tentacle was rolling his and the corrupt’s way and he’d just about had it with this nonsense. He grit his teeth together, his hand dropping to his belt where the wolf’s fang was attached.

The large spectral wolf spiraled out of the fang and around him before standing beside him, practically his own height in size. Sessrumnir knew he couldn’t risk having her attack the General with the two dark haired eternals there, Remus included, so he did the next best thing.

He waited to see if the tentacle would make contact with the corrupt or not, before lifting a hand to brush at the wolf’s ghostly fur, urging her forward. There was a snarl as she bared down on the red headed corrupt, letting out a powerful howl with enough wind power to knock a grown man off his feet.

A thrill raced through his entire being as his knuckles turned white from the force of how he was squeezing that slender throat, well aware of the hand she'd managed to use to just barely shield her windpipe. Not as dumb as a typical senshi, then. Not like the one bull-rushing him to kick him in the goddamn ankle. Obsidian's weight buckled violently, threatening to bring Scylla down with him, and the General staggered painfully to the side to try and stay upright.

"Settle down, fluffy," He snarled at Remus, "I'm getting to you--" And teeth threatened to chomp down on his skin, distracting him just enough to realize that the woman in his hands had vanished from this plane of existence. Oh, Scylla was still there--but intangible somehow, unable to be touched. His teeth threatened to crack from how hard he grit his teeth with irritation, his head snapping around briefly to eye Scholomance.

"Alright," Obsidian breathed, pausing to wipe the dirt and sweat off of his brow. Not getting to strangle the absolute hell out of Scylla was a lot more upsetting than it really should have been. But you know, he hadn't been around this long to just give up when things got disappointing.

Nah. When things got disappointing, Obsidian knew how to improvise. He extended his right hand quickly, summoning his blade back from Negaspace. He spun on his heel, twisting his head back to set his sights on his true target. In an instant, he was utilizing all the speed and strength that being a Negaverse general afforded him, thrusting the blade out so hard that it cleanly impaled his enemy.

With a grunt of effort, Obsidian lifted Remus high into the air, the senshi stabbed right through the middle. He steadfastly ignored the blood that was dripping onto his face, save for his tongue darting out briefly to catch a taste. "Easy does it," He breathed, his shoulders taut with the effort of supporting the weight of the young man impaled above him. Green eyes flickered to his left, assessing and weighing the distance between himself and yet another opponent.

Better idea.

His muscles were screaming from the effort he was exerting, but Obsidian shoved down his body's warnings and dismissed them, forcing himself--and his blade's new fleshy accessory--to teleport behind his next victim. He staggered upon re-entry, swinging his blade down and forward in another massive thrust.

If he timed it right, Hy-Brasil would feel that unnatural steel bite through her own back, stained crimson with their mingled blood as the blade's tip burst through her abdomen. Obsidian lunged forward with another grunt, leaving the senshi and squire pressed back-to-back on his weapon.

"Looks like you've got each other's backs," He rasped, his shoulders trembling with exhaustion and barely suppressed laughter. "Kinda poetic, really."

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I don't know why I thought I was good enough to respond quickly, SORRY Y'ALL. sad

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Strickenized

he's got his eye on you, babe.

kuropeco

chomp.

Infinities

run away, little fish! or, you know, bite back.

Guine

it's not quite you suffering, valhalla, but hopefully your brother's emotional pain about his boo does something for ya.

Kolina

chomp.

The misty fog trailed up Remus’s body and Hy watched in satisfaction as she saw a renewed sort of strength radiate from him. Sure her magic didn’t heal anything major, but it certainly helped in these times when every little bit could make a difference. As it was, the senshi also finally took notice and turned to her, giving her a grin and a thumbs up. Perfect.

She continued the channeling even hearing the sound of a wolf behind her. A quick glance in that direction revealed a large wolf summons that looked ready to make a meal of the red haired corrupt. Good, it seemed things were going fairly well for all of them. No one was seriously injured, Scylla was out of Obsidian’s grasp, the corrupt was being kept at bay and there were four of them against the General. It felt like the odds were in their favor here. Surely the two chaos agents would make a hasty retreat in the near future.

No sooner had she thought that the two negaverse agents would flee did the General summon a sword in his hand. Hy immediately canceled her channeling to call out to Remus but it was too late. The blade entered the eternals body like a hot knife in butter. It didn’t take long for the blood to begin to stain the blade as the General held up his ‘prize’. Hy-Brasil could only imagine how much more it hurt to have his wound be the support for his entire wait on the blade. If he even felt it. By the shocked expression and almost unfocused motions the squire was pretty sure that the senshi…

The disappeared from view as the General teleported away. “s**t!” She cursed as she looked around desperately for where they went. It was the feeling of cold steel stabbing into her back and through her own abdomen that she knew where the General had gone. The coward had decided to take her through the back with his weapon!

Like Remus, Hy-Brasil went into a type of shock. She was highly aware of the fact she was pressed against the senshi’s back. Blue eyes gazed down at the tip of the blade that protruded from her, blood dripping from it in a steady rhythm. A stuttered breath escaped her as she attempted to deal with the wash of pain that encased her senses. The hyper awareness was working against her now as she felt more blood ooze from her own mouth. It was like an instant reply of Remus, only with the squire. Finger lifted to the blade’s edge, coating her hand in the mixture of her and Remus’s blood. She didn't even heard Obsidian's remark.

The blade instantly got heavier and pulled down on her, and Hy didn’t fight it. She let herself fall to her knees with Remus. A part of her aching for the sword to be removed but also knowing that the bleeding would become more profusive once the weak barrier was removed.

Unfocused blue eyes gazed ahead of her where she saw both Scylla and Scholomance. She couldn’t read their expressions, not with the shock she was going into, but she did have a moment of passing thought that at least she wasn’t alone.

Scylla had never been on the receiving end of Scholomance's power; the way that she world shifted around her, and the hand that had been gripping at her throat, trying to squeeze her small-boned wrist into her neck passed through her- and that was a creepy sensation, for certain. Gasping, wheezing, she flung herself away from Obsidian, away from the danger inherent in strong hands and a taste for blood.

A taste, which she discovered scant seconds after Obsidian breathed out his fury at having her slip his hands, was quite literal.

As Scylla was released, as she took those first ragged inhales and tried to center herself for a counter-offensive of some sort, Obsidian upped the ante- tremendously. First, rushing the male senshi who had cast, and - oh, god. Next, Hy-Brasil, and Scylla was stunned, for a momen, into silent staring at the injuries in front of her. She didn't know much about medicine, but she could remember what they had told her when she'd been stabbed in the gut by Zanazziite.

Hy-Brasil and the senshi, back to back, and there was screaming, and it wasn't her. It was the knight, other than Scholomance the only one who could possibly go toe to toe with Obsidian, and he was making himself a target- quite reasonably, too. Someone needed to stop their bleeding, and there was-

It was, essentially, now she and Scholomance standing against a General- teleported twice, how many times before he's weak?- and an Eternal who could steal and re-cast her magic, but couldn't control it. Not the odds she was hoping for, but it was what they had right now. "Scylla's Hunger!" she called the magic back to her, wondering if she would be able to drive them off before it ran out. Now, however, she had little choice but to press the offensive. Where before she had reigned the power and summoned only a single tentacle, that luxury was gone. Her fists clenched, and she tamped down her concern and focused on her singular goal.

Wrecking Obby's day.

With a thought, six tentacles were surging from the ground and reaching violently for the General. And she didn't plan to hold him, she wanted him gone. The limbs swung at him, tried to grip him, and if they got him- they would squeeze.