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((Sorry Charlie!! I had to make a rhyme out of that one...it was too good. rofl ))

Marco was by Charles side in a flash, as he had been on standby watching the whole fight. "What were you thinking? That was a pretty ballsy move, Charles. But... lets learn from our mistakes so you can live to be my little lab helper. Kay? Here, I have something that will help you out."

Marco reached for his bottle of pills and picked one out, careful not to contaminate the others. Marco then placed it in Charles' mouth, realizing that he probably wouldn't be able to do it himself.

"Thats all i'm going to do, no way I am ever, ever going to chew it for you. So either chew it, or wait for it to dissolve... You'll be unable to move for a while, since you are already weak... but under normal circumstances, it would temporarily raise your overall metabolism; that causes an increased healing rate and you would be great in battle for a while. It basically enhances human capabilites, but then you will crash. Seeing as how you are already weak... you may pass out from the heightened level of homeostasis, so stick with me... I don't want you go into a coma."

Marco gave him an encouraging smile, only kinda joking about the coma. The only subject it had ever been tested on was Marco himself, so he was hoping it would be equally effective on Charles. "In your specific case, your wounds will heal immedately, then I expect you to be unconcious for a while. Don't worry, I'll get you away from the fighting."

((But...I thought Opehlia had Charles in her arms for sure this time! O.o How can you put a pill in his mouth?! Am I reading it wrong again?))

(( Well, you can't undo the medicine, but that might make it easier for you. I will no longer be able to resist if you make a push to steal me. ^_^

Marco? Too late. ^_^;;; ))

Normally, he would offer a quip about food chewing, or being force fed a strange pill. In this case, however, he is weak from rapidly firing some fairly complex bakudo, running for his skin, and then being hit with a massive charge. With a few chews of some fairly bitter material and swallowing, Charles begins to feel the medicine work. Warmth begins to spread through his body as the effect takes hold. Managing a smile, he just tries to nod his approval.

Then the drowsiness hits and he is suddenly very tired. His eyes become very heavy and his speech barely remains unslurred as he feels his grip on the beloved blade loosen. "My . . . zanpak . . . sword . . . don't lose it . . . " Despite his grumbling, the blade did not fail him. Fighting an arrancar, it did not fail him. If anything, his mind barely processes an apology that goes unspoken for failing it. Forgive me, my friend.

For a fleeting moment, Charles could have sworn he heard a voice in his mind say "Idiot . . . of course I do." Then again, at this point he is unsure of how many feet he has, so the thought goes unnoticed.

The backhand refocuses him for a moment and he glares . . . but apparently at his savior. The reaction to return the favor goes unheeded as his body refuses to respond to the call of his mind. Lugged like so much dead weight, he only has the ground and the posterior of his mental sparring buddy to enjoy.

"I'd rather worry about the view, if you don't mind . . . " His lucidity becoming difficult again, Charles blinks his eyes rapidly to try and force his eyes to work. Details are becoming fuzzy, and his only comforting thought comes from not seeing his blade left behind. Then after a few moments, his mind processes what was said.

"Who the hell is Maxi?"

((I'd post something witty but I attacked Ophelia... And am lazy... Also Charles said he landed on the ground in his post...))

Great, I have melted his brain. This is fantastic... "Um, What? First off, we aren't following anything... second... What?" Marco searched for the right words but found nothing to say in this particular situation. As speech escaped him, his thoughts were inversely proportionate to his ability to speak. Marco began to turn thoughts over in his head, remembering the day's events. He yearned to again explore new and interesting concepts that were beyond current levels of technology. Marco always enjoyed tearing a hollow to shreds, but he wanted to settle down back in his lab.

"I know you are upset about following those sanitary napkins, so lets change our course a little here..." Marco jumped over a rock, then turned a little to satiate Charles desire to get away from the 'sanitary napkins'. "How ya doin Charles?" Marco asked with a nudge of the shoulder.

With a deep sigh, Maxi reaches behind his Vice Captain's back and removes the hat from it's string, the holes filling as he places it on his head. Looking over at Horatio, Maxi grins slightly and the rotating circles stop abruptly. "Don't think I gave you a third option. If this is how you want to die, who am I to stop you." Maxi's voice takes on a playful tone, and his smile turns more devilish.

The circles merge together locking together to form a circle with a decagon circumscribed into it, the image blurs slightly as steam hisses from the edge of the circle. "Not many people piss me off enough to see this large of a circle. Enjoy its destructive beauty before succumbing to its explosive beauty." The circle slowly begins to spin, as Maxi draws his sword and thrusts it directly into the center of it, sending a burst of green threw the blood red lines, and meshing against each other and sending extremely bright flashes light out of the side opposite Maxi.

((The last time I misplaced a member they died so I'll not be having any of that!))

"Jealousy is not an attractive quality my friend... of course I have your sword. Do you think we are far enough away now? I have been running for a bit now..." Marco was just fatigued from everything overall and wanted to curl up and go to bed. Seems like he hadn't had a break in a while, and he really needed to wind down.