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::There was a slam, a clash, a gust, and an explosion of steam. All in the span of a minute.

The slam was the sound of the arm careening off course as the bundle was cut and slamming into the a spot of flesh behind Vahn. Instead of the usual metallic bending sound, there was the clashing sound of glass cracking and nearly shattering. The gust was caused by coolant flying from the cracked glass casting, knocking off loose flab, and loose skin.

The explosion of steam, was Vahn's armor shutting down. In a gust of steam grew lighter and lighter, and yet more and more transparent before finally waffing away in a gust of red steam, spiralling around Vahn for a few moments before slipping into the red gem on the deactivated bracelet.

Vahn was left in his ordinary clothes, the beast was cripped. And a glowing cylindrical chamber beneath the layers of flesh beckoned the fire warriors attention.

As the mist cleared, or was wiped off the cracked glass case, Vahn would see a symbol.



The heart of the giant beast. And behind the symbol, a scruffy red haired man he knew very well. A man by the name of Sunstrike. The glass was thick, but nothing he couldnt handle. His quest was a success! Hooray!::

Hey, you.

Well, that was certainly... interesting. A man sat in a heap, weapon jammed into the hardened, scorched earth beside him.

...Hey.

Lazenca padded forward, eyes on the man who survived the ordeal. He swung wide to see the man's face, and so that the guy didn't think someone was sneaking up behind him for an attack or anything like that. A few seconds, and he was able to see... the top of the man's head.

"Hey! Are you alive, or what?

Lazenca sat down ten feet in front of the guy who was radiating something fierce, something akin to--

WAIT.

"That's the problem... you're not seeing anything! Open your eyes... I'm right here."

Lazenca could recognize him, recognize the man named "Vahn." What Laz was still trying to fathom, was why he felt the same sense of sickness when he recognized the one before him, as when the explosion echoed not too long before this time. Eyes remained trained on Vahn, now poke-poking at a glass something with a symbol.

"Stop moving, you'll kill yourself. Just what're you trying to do?"

Yeah, Vahn was as cracked as the item he chipped away at. He could see now that the glass thing was breakable. But that still didn't tell him why Vahn was trying to get through. For another fight with an even bigger monster? For some treasure thought lost by time?

"What...."

Or a person?

"Is someone... in that?"

Welllll. Lazenca wasn't going to tackle the guy to the ground because that meant either Vahn would pass out due to injury and fatigue, or he'd end up fighting with a temporarily insane person. With Vahn being completely unresponsive, Lazenca simply remained seated and watched. Lazenca'd take actual action when Vahn got the pot of gold at the end of this glass rainbow... but for now, he'd just be a spectator.

Who knew Lazenca had it in him? He didn't know the exact effect he had on Vahn but this wasn't about Lazenca, who was trying to figure out a way to snap Vahn out of his trance and otherwise help. This was about the man desperately smashing the glass case, as if the lives of all mankind depended on him getting to this buried treasure. This was getting insane. Vahn was so beaten and delerious that he didn't notice his own bleeding hands. How long was this going to go on before something gave? And oh yes, something was going to give-- either the glass would shatter or Vahn's hands would break and he'd reel back in the pain of damaged digits.

If he had them in this state, his eyebrows would have furrowed as he watched this rather impresive feat of determination.

"Come on."

For now, until Vahn did reel away, Laz'd help him the way he's been doing... by letting him have this victory alone and providing the moral support. Or something like that.

"You've got this."

Because for what little he knew about Vahn, he knew the man had it in him. But with the shift up to Negative, he was ready to do more in case the need presented itself.

I don't want to die...

There was a pause, the creaking of heavy glass and the breath of the two men hanging in the air.

And Sunstrike's eyes opened to the world as his spirit was torn from another.

His feet came up of their own accord and slamed into the capsule from inside, even as a hand clamped round one of his arms and yanked with bruising force.

The already stressed cover broke completely and Sun was ripped out of his prison, his slumber...the peace. Into a cold world. He fell heavily against his saviour? Captor? Coughing and shuddering as the wires that connected started to pull and then rip off his back, his neck, blood escaping from disks the size of a small lid.

His eyes swirled with more then the ordinary colours, before going black at the edges as he shook.

Sunstrike was awake.

However not another single word would be heard coming from him, even as that arm gripped against the body.

And should Lazenca look closer, he would find that nobody was even home upstairs. At some point, Vahn had lost consciousness, his body continuing to move on it's own.

Until it had done what the man had promised to do.

Considering everything that was happened was directed at him, Sunstrike was the first to recover...sort of.

"W-w-wh...s**t," He was so cold his studdering was worse. Someone had carefully cut holes into the hoodie, which was fast becoming drenched with red blood and green goop from the capsule. His whole body was against him again, as he had to remind his legs and arms how to move.

At some point, probably when he was abley shakey enough to stand, he'd push the first person off of himself and scramble away from the other, slipping through the grip and hobbling sideways for a moment. It wasn't that he was unthankful, but Sun really was unsure what was going on.

Equalibrium maintained if not perfect...because half of him was still that small boy on the beach, he finally took stock of his surroundings, the flesh and blood soaked ground, the cold of the outside.

And where...where was the Hospital...?!

"Mary?!"

Sunstrike began to slowly lose his grip, even as he began to search, crawling up the snowpile the monster had left...he'd been ripped out of somewhere he was supposed to be...