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It was well beyond stupid o'clock for most people - too late for bars and too early for work. Traffic was mostly truckers and delivery. Foot traffic was either druggies, dentures or the magical breed- a situation that let sound carry through the summer-heavy air. And what the sound didn't say, as Captain Titanlåvenite ran, was made perfectly loud and clear by the shattering distress signal of a comm crystal. He ran.

The auras were a clear story- the feel of a lieutenant and a super senshi. He landed on a rooftop heavy and could see the Lieutenant skid-skip across pavement in the street below like a rock over a pond. The poor guy left blood from his face in the wake, only weakly struggling to try to get up. The Senshi came to view next, following her prey- red hair and knuckled red to finish the job. What was he thinking, to fight a super senshi with no weapon as Lieutenants have? And alone? Why always alone? He will not make it, like this. At least he broke his crystal to call.

Titan leapt down, interposing between her and the broken lieutenant. "He is no good for play anymore. Now me."

"Detta är inte Mjölnir." He hefted the weapon down from shoulder to rest the head of it in one hand while the other gripped the haft. The association to the æsir was an honor and a private pleasure. It was also a private dread- as he'd observed to her, his weapon was no legend. And while he was a captain now, he wasn't going to assume that a battle with one of the senshi-witches was going to go any easier than they ever had before.

There was a garble of voiced sound that didn't make it to words from the Lieutenant behind him, the guy's face or jaw had to be pretty broken. "Titan, not Thor."

The captain shifted and swung the hammer in an arc to drive her back.

Pen the sy la? Penth sill ya? Penthy sla?
Her name has so many syllables, Titan frowned to himself in his mind. I'll never be able to spell it to write it down to remember it.

But her question was at least an easy one to answer. "No. I will protect those under our banner."

The guy had been hurt bad- it wasn't worth it comparatively to just attack her outright. "Bend the knee and swear to our throne,... or you may go. But you will not have him."

She backed a little...but she's not going away. She's...speaking English, isn't she? I...think she is.
Titan let her have the distance without pursuit, showing himself for more the warhorse with a fallen knight, or a dog with a wounded companion. tracked her movement, following if she moved to flank to stay between and in the way.

I can't let there be space for her to leap over me to get at him. My weapon reach has to be able to defend him, and my size block him. "An empty throne cannot face a full one. "

He kept his hammer ready, to the fore.
I can't carry him in a teleport yet...I don't have that kind of energy like the generals. There's the magic to deal with too. I don't know if or how much she has used. Or even what it will do to me. Or him. What is the best choice? I don't know.....saving other agents wasn't part of training. It isn't supposed to happen really. Its like we're supposed to just win or die. Or get away ourselves. There's no way he was getting away from this himself.

Or now? He might be no good anymore for battle. What happens if an agent can't fight anymore? I....don't know.

As soon as she started doing something that was neither attacking nor moving- the whole motion of a prayer, Titan threw the hammer at her head over haft. Enough fights under his belt even as a lieutenant told anyone with two brain cells to rub together that meant that magic was about to be unpleasantly visited on him.

The disappearing sword trick was new- and he didn't have his hammer in hand as the slash connect with him. His boots slid back over the gravel, leaving the faintest of black tread smears.

Can't breath. He didn't panic for that. There wasn't enough time, their speeds matched, to block both bows. Can't breath, can't speak. Calm, stay calm.

Panic never helped bring the air back in the lungs.

He heard the tumble of the blow hitting the lieutenant and the gurgled rasp of the impact. He hazarded a glance over shoulder as he straightened from the blow. Uniform was ashing away in a process Titan had only seen in the spectacle of the General. It revealed regular clothes. Regular broken.
Body.

"Vengeance won't help him now, " It came on a exhale as his diaphragm finally freed up. It was so poor of a truth. The dead did not care for much, if there was no real hall of them with Valhalla waiting beyond. Titan held open his hand and the hammer appeared again in it, summoned. The captain squared his shoulders, gave turning back to the Super senshi.

"But you are still an enemy. And you have less magic to bring to bear. I don't think you can give orders for me to 'take and go'. " Frown grim-lined the features of his mouth.

I failed one task. I can at least try to finish his work for him. Finish the standing orders of the SpecOps - kill or capture. I should not let her go now, not like when he lived. "You will bend or you will break."

He shifted forward in rapid strides to bring the hammer in a side arc at her again.

If one of the Generals had a go at her...I wonder which? Maybe there is information on her in the databases. She was fast, even wounded, and an awful lot more maneuverable on her feet that he was on his much larger ones. Then a handful of corners into the chase he had to pull up- Titan was loosing an idea of where they were in relation to the body of the fallen. In relation to what parts of the city he knew.

Teeth grit, watching her continue on.

It was a loss, not just of a life, a failure to protect a charge he should have, but then a complete loss of the quarry because of his own stupidity. He couldn't keep up the chase and risk hours loss and confusion. He called no answer to the senshi. She would could hear the surrender well enough in his steps no longer following.

The least I can do is go back to the body. Damn it. You stupid a**...some captain.