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Tiberius' tail twitched in a pleased manner when Aue sent his magic flying at the captain for not paying attention; he knew it was a bad idea to not keep focus on the Finn at all times. "Your captain should keep his eyes on the Lemon b*****d, he really does play dirty, he was trained by some really nasty characters and has the worst disposition, even beyond that. Guy's something of a sociopath."

He had nothing nice to say about Enyo's half barb - she was under someone's thumb, as a matter of fact. Metallia's. The General Sovereign trio's. Queen Laurelite. She belonged to them more than herself, being a Chaos Mauvian, but he supposed if she liked she could continue to think she wasn't 'under a thumb'. Tibs certainly didn't feel like breaking her heart or bothering with the semantics of bringing it up - besides, he didn't feel like he was 'under' his Mistress' thumb at all. He was utterly spoiled! He had plush digs at Stroud's apartment, plush digs in Axinite's office, plush digs in the Finn's apartment - though those were bogarted from Bob more or less - and several other places he could cruise into at any time and be welcomed.

No, he was the blessed one. "I'm sure you'll be assigned sooner or later. Bossman Axinite and his crew are pretty good about not letting us linger too long without jobs, y'know."

He grinned at Enyo and Lace, "Two big guys like that, obviously skilled? Of course they're gonna go at it. Neither of 'em looks like the sort to give up or go half-cocked." The older Mauvian's question did give him a bit of pause as he watched the pair, Seraphinite was blinded by Aue's magic attack and the Lemon b*****d was saying something low and nasty.

"Don't know about the captain, but Aue doesn't usually care about that sort of thing. I think he'll just...fight."

HP: 25/30 // DMG:3

Apparently, calling the Russian a Russian was the wrong thing to do, because the Russian got really pissed at having his heritage called out. Who knew. A little byte of information to stow away for another day, along with the speed that Sera now displayed with the unleashing of his temper.

Aue had been prepared for speed, but not prepared enough. The officer's blades gave him few options and he chose to take a slice along the front, across his stomach - it burned like a b***h, but didn't seem to be the man's true target, so it wasn't overly deep, enough to break through and cause damage that would have been worse if Aue hadn't been able to twist and back up into the space the aft blade had vacated.

No, the real target seemed to be his balls, which was grossly unfair when you took into account those ******** boots. There was a split second between realization and action, a moment where Sera's foot was on upswing right into tender bits and pain began to sing symphony across Aue's nerves -- and then the Finn teleported to the other side of the arena, swearing viciously in rapid-fire Finnish and gesticulating wildly at Seraphinite, obviously pissed beyond belief.

Once he'd reassured himself that his testicles were still in one piece, he went stomping back across the arena, still bitching, and tossed a one-two punch combo before also kick-stomping at Sera's left shin. "You don't hitting the balls, you ******** Russian bas-tard!"

HP: 17/30 // DMG:1

Grand. He was dealing with a sociopathic Russian.

Just what Aue needed.

And a funny one, to boot. He did not have time nor temperament to deal with Seraphinite right then, he'd just had a brush with mortality more than usual. You just didn't attack another man's balls. It went against the Gentleman's Code or something like that...but here this ******** had gone and done it.

Sera teleported behind him, but Aue figured he might, with that murderous look on his face, and was able to turn, avoiding one blade completely though the other caught on his shoulder, stuttering across bone and skipping down through the flesh of his arm until the officer's arc set it into air once more. Damn, but it has a nasty bite! Aue's tunic fluttered where it had been cut earlier, the lower part glued to his skin with coagulated blood, more welled from the new wound, dyeing his arm red and sticky. "You have armor, attacking you with magic is tactically sound choice, dumbass."

Completing his turn by spinning further and using that momentum, the corrupt senshi smacked the captain's face smartly, he couldn't get a good strike in but perhaps it would be enough to get the blood flowing anew, blind the b*****d.

HP: 13/30 // DMG: 0

No, Aue did not know when to quit. At all.

What he did know was pain as the pain in his a** officer's fist connected with his face and the cartilage in his nose made a very unpleasant sounding crunch even though he was jerking his head away to diminish the effects - and also out of reflex.

A stream of angry Finnish invective spilled forth again, the senshi backing away and covering his nose with his hands, glowering as his eyes smarted with involuntary tears and insults heaped upon Seraphinite's head. He couldn't even be arsed to swing at the b*****d, <******** src="https://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2rp7dKH391qhz348.gif" class="user_img" alt="User Image" />

HP: 13/30 // DMG: 7

He was done. He was very done trying to be sportsman like in the slightest. There was no point, this captain was trash and needed to be taught a lesson in respect and understanding. Aue had already explained to the thick-skulled idiot that his entire strategy so far had been based heavily on magic because of the armor protecting Seraphinite's torso, which rendered most physical contact - in the form of body blows - moot.

The b*****d had misunderstood and laughed it off. Now he was underestimated Aue again by assuming that all he was involved magic, when really, Aue used it tactically along with everything else in his arsenal.

Laughter cut across the Finn's nerves like sandpaper on burnt skin.

Aue spat blood onto the arena.


"You tell me, kusipää" At which point the corrupt senshi surged upwards to headbutt Sera squarely and then immediately cast his super magic for the second time, right into his upturned face "Petal Storm!"

He hoped the ******** went blind. Or maybe drowned in the citric acid. Both would also be favorable.

Spectator

The Russian curse was troublesome. Jet knew Seraphinite’s history, and while the Russian might have slipped out, he knew the young man in black and green had every reason to hate the suggestion that he was Russian.

Seraphinite was hurt. Bad. It was the only reason he would have slipped up like that.

Hold it together.

Jet watched with growing interest as the fight continued.

"They're both strong. It'll probably be a close fight if they can focus on what they're doing," Jet said to Gadolinite without looking at him. There was no irritation in his voice, just casual comment. He was more concerned about Seraphinite at the moment.




As nervous as Kamacite felt around General Tourmaline, his attention wasn’t pulled away from the fight for too long. Things were getting bloody, starting first with Aue’s magic, and then the retaliation from the Russian cursing Captain.

He felt the color drain from his face the moment the Captain’s blade cut across Aue’s stomach, nausea churning at the sight of blood and the sound of pained Finnish when Aue was kicked.

But it didn’t end there. The captain was vicious, and while Aue was a competent opponent, that didn’t stop the black blades from biting through fabric and flesh.

Kamacite felt like he was going to be sick. Was this allowed?? This amount of violence? Yes, Aue had thrown his attack into the Captain’s face twice, but Aue didn’t have blades that could easily cut through him.

He wanted this match to be over. They’d both been injured grievously, unlike in his own fight. He’d come out if that relatively unscathed comparatively. A bandage covering a wound or scratch here and there but nothing like this. He wanted this done and over with and he didn’t care if Aue won or lost as long as he got medical attention for his wounds.

And as much as he wanted, he didn’t look away. It would be an insult and he would learn nothing by cowering. It would be a waste of Aue’s time and the pain he was going through. Even though he wished he could cover his face in his hands, to curl up on his seat and hide under the fabric of his robes, he made himself watch.

So instead, one shaking hand clutched tightly to his robes over his heart, trying to convince it to calm down, while the other covered his mouth. His eyes were wide and panicked and he wished he had his medicine with him because having a panic attack over this would do nothing to help.

If Tourmaline had noticed Kamacite shrinking away from her she would have said something sooner. She would have tried to do something to reassure the Senshi of Solar Flares that she was not a threat; that she had only come to keep him company as they watched Aue's fight together. Sure, he might enjoy his free time and his personal space, but she didn't want him to think that he had to be alone if he didn't wish to be.

She hadn't noticed him, however, and by the time she might have the battle in the arena had escalated from a spar to a full out brawl. Tourmaline held her breath without realizing it. She knew that Aue was capable and competent. She knew that he was a fighter, filled with determination and something so much stronger than just that. She knew the kind of training their General had put them through-- knew the kind of training they had put each other two.

She knew all of these things, and yet her breath was still held up until she realized that she was doing so. The world caught up with her as she released the breath to the sound of laughter and familiar Finnish curses....

Tourmaline caught a glimpse of Kamacite shrinking down again from the corner of her eye, realizing how all of this might look to someone who didn't know Aue as she did-- who didn't know what he'd been through, or what he was capable of. Kamacite had every reason to worry. Hell, even with her unyielding faith in Sailor Aue she had been concerned enough to hold her breath.

The charcoal and pink general shifted closer to the senshi, reaching over to gently pry his fingers from his robes so that she could take hold of his hand. Tourmaline banished her gauntlets so that skin touched skin, touch tender and reassuring. "Aue will win, you'll see... And when he does he'll need you to be strong and help him to the tents, just as he did with you. That's who we are for each other. It's what we do."

His leg was smarting, and he felt it nearly buckle with the second kick. This guy wasn't a lightweight. The blows did hurt, and he'd likely have a bruised bone from this. If not a few cuts and s**t down there anyways. Though it was definitely his face that was getting the brunt of it that fight.

But neither combatant was walking away from this first match without some injuries.

A bark of laughter, and Seraphinite met the dark gaze of his opponent with his left eye, the right nearly impossible to open with the lemon juice and blood. He was losing a good bit of blood at this rate, and he knew he wouldn't be able to go on much longer. But ********. This was fun.

he laughed, lifting his knee up and slamming it hard towards the senshi's gut where he'd been previously sliced. Fair never was fun, after all.

HP: 10 /30
DMG: 5