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Teleporation. He hadn't considered he'd make that move in such a small, limited amount of space. Not a lot of officers bothered to use it in combat and even less were skilled to use it for such small, short distances. Teleporation was a way to instantly remove oneself from an attack or place yourself right in a more favorable position but it was also a draining exercise. The senshi wanted things to be done quickly and had the rank and power to provide it wtih chances to do that.

The kick brought him wanting to kneel forward, but it was one move Wolframite had not considered because it was not a move that had ever been done to it. A move that wasn't ever possible until now.

No one had touched his tail ever aside from itself and even then it was such a strange sensation that he had left it alone. To feel anyone touch it sent a instant reaction to tense which wasn't useful in a battle where loose and limber were more to your advantage to taking hits. Then it felt a pull that went up the tailbone and through his spine that summoned a noise of a yelping surprise that he had never expected he could have produced.

Embarrassed and shocked, it turned quickly to slash one arm out wide to get the other away from him while also trying to get him away from his back.

"Same." Now Wolframite wanted his blood for that move.

Quartz stared at Faustite for several long beats, his expression grim. He didn't like the idea of this little pet-play scenario they were all engaging in, and he didn't want Idrialite too caught up in it either -- but he also didn't like the idea that he'd come back from his Florida assignment to deal with Schörl's recruits all up-jumped and jockeying quietly for position with each other. If Faustite hoped to find Quartz easily baited by interfering with his subordinates, he'd be disappointed. Quartz had no interest in office politics. He was only here to do his own job and stay alive.

"By all means," he granted, with a dismissive wave of his hand in the air. "Idrialite, go get your boots dirty."

Faustitite's voice rose above the sound of Vitriol's distress and the quick-step of their joined spar; Aue doubted that the half-youma would pick up on what was said but he had little problem. This was less strenuous for the senshi than his opponent, though finesse was needed to avoid grievous injuries on either side.

Vitriol yelped and twisted at being lifted, arching and trying to whirl around like an angry cat but without the flexibility of said to cat to actually manage the maneuver. Aue felt it's claws drag against his bracers, catching on the stiff leather as the beast jerked in his hold. Annoying. Know your limits, I have bested you. Further struggle will injur your spine, fight smarter. Still, Vitriol held a fighting spirit and had already shown it had more gumption than Heliodor had offered at the start, which was excellent - Aue could work with that. It was too emotional, too easily surprised by going for the obvious weaknesses in it's anatomy, but...it would learn.

There was obvious talk of having an officer step in to spar with Vitriol, which was fine by Aue. The more action he got to see, the better he would know the creature's capabilities, he did however want to make one point with Faustite's new recruit before it happened. It was a point of morbid curiousity and also an important distinction that needed to be put forth immediately: this team would not suffer idiots. Vitriol needed to learn it now. At the start. Not after breaking half it's body in a fit of moronic pique simply because it couldn't be trusted to use it's brain to reason out what would happen if x, y, z moves were followed through.

The corrupt made eye contact with Faustite and Quartz briefly, acknowledging them, that he understood what would happen next in this session. "A moment, please." Aue dropped Vitriol unceremoniously, moving from arse to head in one quick step with all the speed afforded him by rank. He pressed his hand to the back of the beast's neck, shoving down, forcing obeisance and holding it there; he bent to speak into one furred ear, voice low and vowels rounded as his accent came through. "You learn now. Seuraa is heel. You stay down or I make stay down."

It was a test. Aue wanted to see if this dog could use reason and logic where Wolfeite had been unable without extreme measures. I will know the measure of you today, Vitriol. Show me who you are.

So like a youma. Faustite ground eir jaw, muscles tight, then tilted head in indication to listen to Aue. The demonstration was over, the basics confirmed: Vitriol could rake with poisoned needle-claws.

"Better to see it in rank equivalence." From subspace Faustite produced an orb, held so as offering to eir mildly battered recruit. Faustite's attention then turned to Quartz, ever taciturn, ever distant, but ever bidding his lieutenant forward nonetheless.

Faustite pronounced the name as sentence and invitation. "Idrialite."

Point made, Aue held the half-youma officer powerless to the floor seconds longer than was absolutely necessary to really sink the lesson in, then stepped away, offering a curt nod to the smouldering general. "My thanks for your indulgence, General Faustite." Vitriol's acid stung unpleasantly in his wounds, a reminder that washing would be needed.

From subspace, Aue brought forth a bottle of water. Wetting part of his colourful sash allowed him to dab at the affected cuts, soothing the sting of Vitriol's spit. A useful mutt to have around, yes. If it can hold onto half a brain, it won't cause nearly the headaches the Wolf did. Kamacite stood anxiously, alert and tense; the eternal of lemons offered the water bottle - not for drinking, but so that Kamacite could pour it slowly over the deeper wounds to flush them as he scrubbed the angry flesh clean.

"It will be good to see how it fares now."

Idrialite took a moment to size up his opponent, considering. It was clearly inhuman, and had demonstrated some very inhuman weaknesses--the tail, particularly--but also inhuman strength. Those claws were clearly nasty, and dripping with poison.

Idrialite had no desire to go home with new scars he'd have to explain to Eva. She worried too much anyway, and any lie he could offer would undoubtedly sound worse than the truth, because in the lie, he'd have to play at being far less able to defend himself than he was. It would be so much easier if he could keep this dance at range, but unfortunately his gun was just for show.

Still, it had some heft, and without any sort of announcement, he turned it around and aimed the butt for Vitriol's solar plexus. An easy disable, if the hit landed, presuming the creature still had the appropriate internals.

One thick brow quirked in response to Kamacite's sassy-but-quiet query; he did seem to have a penchant for meeting teammates with his fists. Being told he needed to work on agility was met with a low grunt to acknowledge he'd heard the words but had nothing to say in return; cleaning his wounds took priority, then watching Vitriol and Quartz's subordinate spar.

"This one...is a pencil pusher." He was not impressed with Idrialite's form to start - the fact that the man took time to think about his opponent's strengths and weaknesses was a boon, but. If he'd been watching Aue against the half-youma, then he ought to already have known. Ought to have been formulating a plan while the spar had been going, just in case he was called upon to join in - this was the sort of team he was on. Awareness was necessary, wasn't it?

Vitriol took a blow from the butt of Idrialite's weapon, responding violently in kind. Disarming him will end the fight. It's figured that much out...good. I wonder which will win. "This may be more interesting."

It really wasn't liking all this focused attention to its face and was more leary to anything that might take an eye out. The other officer didn't care for the toy but still retained enough confidence to not looked bothered. Trained. It was clear as day and it had to decide what to shield. It breathed out to take the first hit but blocked its face before it could get a right uppercut. As much as a good swipe to the face could really ******** up someone's military career, it felt that was just one line it didn't want to cross. It was the one thing it didn't wish on anyone.

"How about you avoid the eyes and I don't swipe at yours." It grunted, flexing a few clawed fingers to show how this could be a very bad attack.

Making a fist was harder for it and instead it dropped down and went to swipe the man's legs from under him but being mindful of any kicks it might get from dropping lower.