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HP: 30/30 // DMG: 0


Definitely a brawl. He'd seen less twitchy, angry looking sonsofbitches lording over basic in American GI movies. Or in horror films. The armor was probably also going to be a bit of an issue, protecting all those lovely torso-vitals, but that was fine, he could still work with that. In the stands, he caught sight of several known faces - packmates, allies. Potential distractions to be banished from thought until the bout was over. If they watched and learned something, regardless of the outcome, that was good. If they watched to see his a** in uniform and learned nothing, that was their own stupidity and a failure as an agent of the Negaverse to take advantage of a rare opportunity.

Aue gave his opponent a curt nod as the signal to begin was given. It was time to see how well his reflexes were; the senshi bet they were pretty good, or he wouldn't have such an air about him, but it was best to feel such things out rather than rely on what he could only see.

A quick feint with a right hook, a miss - purposeful but not made to look that way - would give him an idea about the captain's reflexes and possibly also make the other man drop his guard some with how he dealt with Aue throughout the match. Feel free to think I am all show, Captain. Gym muscle and no more. Just a brainless senshi, after all...under-estimate me, please. I would like for you to do this. It will make our match that much more interesting.

The fight was starting! Lace moved to the pole that was holding one of the ropes, sitting on it and looking at her agent.

"G...GO SERA!!!" The kitten waved her paws in the air.

HP: 30/30 // DMG: 6

His opponent seemed to also be offering little testing forays with his winged weapons, nothing too quick, nothing too difficult to dodge. Quick enough that it required the senshi to show some speed if he didn't want to end up taking first blood, however, which was absolutely not on his agenda for the day. Seraphinite would be the one that bled first into their arena, he would manage that much at least for his Pack.

Aue's estimation of the captain's capabilities to rise slightly - they were both doing the same thing, feeling one another out in a thoughtful, metered manner. The way soliders did.

Or those trained by soliders did.

But then his opponent made a critical error, one that caused the Finn to narrow his eyes. You dare take your eyes off your enemy in combat? That will be a critical mistake for you, captain. He stepped forward again, bringing his hands up and drawing on the magic within while Seraphinite was distracted watching the tiny black kitten performing some trick or other. "I am your opponent, you dare look away?" Aue flashed his teeth, "Petal Storm" His Finnish accent set the words to rounded, vowels enlongated, the 'r' rolled in a way that said English wasn't his first language.

It didn't matter. It was effective. The magic came when called, violent for all that it started as a cacophony of flower blossoms, right at Seraphinite, the largest concentration aimed at his face.

Seraphanite had been hit but hadn't hit back and the kitten was pacing on the rope and the pole and watching him.

She was so worried, so very worried.

Faustite shot his charge a belaboured side-eye. "You'd drown this room in your own self-pity. Stop wasting breath and watch." He paid no further comment to Heliodor's vocally defeatist attitude.

Especially since the battle would finally come underway — Faustite straightened as Aue measured his first blow. Yet the strike missed, whether purposeful or accidental. Faustite watched the way his body moved with the transferrence of energy, how his shoulders curved and his spine bent and his feet found a wider stance. The captain responded in turn, though he found distraction in the crowd, he supposed. The angle of his gaze turned him toward the stands, not the opponent. No one has it together tonight. Are they all so rattled by spectators that they can't remember their months of training?

It's an epidemic at this rate.

After a few shots, he spoke at last. "Double or nothing, Heliodor." His starless gaze sidled over to the troublesome Negaverse senshi and away from Aue's unmistakeable muscles. "If Aue wins, you turn in twice the quota. If he loses, I'll do your quota." Maybe that will force your attention into the ring.

Tourmaline had sat quietly for a time after initially offering jellybeans to General Wolfeite, nibbling on one or two here or there herself before finally getting up to wander closer to Kamacite. She appreciated that the senshi was there in support of their comrade and hoped that he knew he didn't have to do so alone. If she was irritated that the fight had taken so long to get started she didn't let it show, instead letting out a wild whoop of a cheer when Aue finally let off his attack.

"That's it, Aue! Show 'em how it's done!"

General Tourmaline was, if nothing else, an incredibly supportive friend and higher ranked officer. Pity she probably hadn't thought at all of how much she might startle Kamacite with all of her shouting. Ooops,

SPECTATOR


Someone tall and dark haired came up beside Jet, tattooed arms coming up to fold across his broad chest. He surveyed the fight in front of him with a look of mild amusement on his pale face, chin lifted, lips quirked up in a slight smile.

"Think he'll do well?" Gadolinite asked languidly. "They're both giants."