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The energy signature of the DMC had an odd feel to it. Not too unlike theirs but not...entirely like it either. In the end Bismuthite decided he simply didn't like it - all past things aside. He felt the energy too. Weak. It was definitely weak; Either youma or a recruit on their last legs and in need of medical attention. Ah, but nothing had given them a good fight like that in a long time, So he didn't get his hopes up.

Bismuthite followed after Wolframite, and took the lead as they got closer - a subconsciously protective gesture. Then he stopped, "Wraith," he said, and indicated with a nod of his head. "But I don't see or sense any DMC near... It could be rogue...."

After having been attacked by rogue wraiths....well, Bis had an opinion on where the DMC could take their wraiths.

He gritted his teeth when Bis pointed ahead and moved up to stand beside him. "Again? This is just too fishy. This isn't the first time. I thought they were supposed to be cleaning this mess up." It didn't seem as if they were rushing to do that, and despite the meeting saying to ignore them, he just couldn't. He hadn't, and had been taking matters into his own hand for a while. Even the first one he saw, he had tried to kill. It was a stupid order to not bother the wraiths when they were hurting others and harming the Negaverse's reputation. It was just another reason of the countless bigger ones that made up the history of why Wolframite utterly despised the Dark Moon Court.

He looked over to the other General. "I'm going to do something." He told him, hoping that Bis wouldn't bother him. He knew better than anyone why Wolframite couldn't tolerate the DMC and anything connected to it. It had been him who had first entered his cell when he was their prisoner and had to work with him as he tried to heal.

The Wraith was solid, which meant it had gotten solid somewhere and somehow. While it was strong, it also meant it could be torn. Summoning his weapon, he started to pick up speed until he was at a full sprint in it's direction before throwing his blade at it. It caught, sending the Wraith shrieking as it turned on the General. If Wraith's could feel pain, which he guessed it felt some form with how it screamed, he hoped it felt A LOT...and slowly.

Leto groaned when she heard the familiar shriek of a Wraith in the process of being dusted. She could feel them, too; Negaverse Agents weren't all that stealthy when they had the power signature of a General. In any other situation, she would've walked away. She cared too much about her allies in the Negaverse and about her reputation in the alliance to really do much of anything... But this just so happened to be a night where she had had enough. It was getting to a point where if they kept dusting their Wraiths, they would run out sooner rather than later- and regardless of whether or not the Negaverse actually knew that, it needed to stop.

She slipped into one mirror and out of another, closer to the power signatures that she felt. When she was finally able to track them down by foot, her arms crossed over her chest. Great.

"You should probably quit while you're ahead, ********."

Of all the Negaverse Agents out there, these two were already not her biggest fans. So why bother playing nice?

An eyebrow quirked upwards slightly at Bismuthite's comment. "And you? Believe you me, if it were treason we were interested in, I would be camoflaged rather than walking up to you, my back-up would be spilling out of nearby mirrors by now and both of you assholes would be dead." Okay, so Leto was a little bit touchy when it came to her loyalty to the alliance.

"Hm, so it's just plain old incompetence, then," Bismuthite mused, "Nice to know."

Wolframite seemed to have things pretty well covered, though.

It was all that was needed to trigger him into action. To state she would turn on him to capture him again, to poke back at that time, was all that was needed to pour gasoline on the ever burning embers of that time, like smouldering timber from a burned down perception. They would never be his alley, and outside of the great halls of The Rift and the Negaverse meeting rooms, he knew how things were. Leto clearly showed her traitor's plumage for all to see.

The Wraith was no concern, as his target was not that now. He teleported in a instant, drawing his own blade to appear behind the agent. "Try it and I'll gut you like you did my comrades." He snarled, throwing his blade out to her center, hoping to stab right into her core.

"Temper temper, little Wolf," Leto teased as she turned to where he teleported to, her body moving just enough that the blade of his weapon cut through the fabric of her fuku and grazed her skin. She felt the sting of the metal cutting her, and then the warmth of blood staining her fuku.

In that moment, it didn't matter to her that she was outnumbered. That with the two of them having full-blown weapons, her magic along with her Wraith wouldn't be enough. None of it mattered because the feud between her and Wolframite went back too far and now neither of them could care less about the Alliance between their factions.

So in a blind rage, Leto practically flew at Wolframite, fist raised and aimed for his face. Her Wraith followed behind her and dove through him a second time, hopefully slowing him down enough that Leto would land a hit.