(Back dating to shortly after purifying the piece of The Code.)

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Ever since taking on that bit of chaos he’d felt tired - really tired. It seemed like sleeps fingers never stopped tugging at the edges of his conscious mind, as if trying to pull him under into the dark comforting embrace of morpheus. It wasn’t something he gave in to when he could help it, yet there were times he wound up curled up somewhere sleeping. Last night he’d fallen asleep at the bottom of the tub with the shower head spraying him with hot water, till his skin turned red. Today sleep had been tugging particularly hard and he wasn’t in the mood for it, he had two exams and a paper due and needed to work on things. He didn’t have the luxury of giving into the whims of his body so he’d gone out, making a rather sudden decision and hoping Terry didn’t find out. He knew he’d promised not to go again - ever, even though he’d known it was a lie even as the words had passed his lips.

He hadn’t expected to be going this soon, but he knew a time would come when he’d consider it and likely even give in to what was familiar to him. He’d taken a subway to Korea town and then walked, or perhaps shuffled was a better term, to a small clinic for an iv drip of fluids that would give him a boost in energy. It did work, he felt more awake. He felt awake enough that he’d powered up deciding to patrol tonight, something he hadn’t done the last three evenings as he’d been far too tired to do so.

At roof top level he stood there for a moment letting his senses adjust to all the sounds and his eyes take in all the bright lights as as he stood atop a tall building looking down on the bustling early evening crowd of people moving to and fro on their way to this place and that place. It felt good to not be so tired and worn out, though he knew it wouldn’t last. He did wonder, in the back of his mind, how long this would last...how long till he felt tired again.

For now though the thoughts didn’t plague him as he took off deciding to leave the familiar area and explore the city while patrolling, maybe take out a youma or something because even now he didn’t feel comfortable taking on a Negaverse officer. He was sure they were not at all pleased with the fairly recent attack upon them and not knowing how long his own energy would keep...well he didn’t feel comfortable in such a fight.



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Now that he was a General, Leucite knew that he should be spending more time in Negaspace, helping see to the overall goals of the Negaverse. However, he had never been one to lead from the rear, and so he had come out to seek some fresh air and hunt a bit. After all, you couldn’t ask the people under you to do something you yourself wasn’t willing to do. Leadership 101.

Which was why, when he caught the tell-tale of a very small energy signature, it caught his attention more quickly than it otherwise would. It seemed to him, almost unfair… Almost. Gripping the spear in his hand tightly he grinned.

“A little practice never hurt anyone…” He murmured quietly to himself, before teleporting closer to the signature. That was the one benefit of his new rank he did not at all mind.

His goal was to get as close as humanly possible before the signature caught his own and attempted to flee. So he charged headlong, alternating between running along rooftops and teleporting to get as close to the target as possible.

Finally once he was within viewing distance of his target he grinned, and skidded to a halt on the rooftop he occupied.

“You all really should travel in pairs, you know.”



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He felt it as it drew closer and stilled. Dark eyes looking about for which direction they would be coming in from, he had the whole city skyline open to him for escape routes - thankfully. If he needed to run he could but they could teleport, not a good thing for him at all. Biting down on his bottom lip he was surprised when he heard that voice, one he knew, and turned around to face the figure.

“You.” Again. They had let him go the last time but they had mentioned a fight next time - a real fight. Before he might have stood a chance, a Captain they’d been, now though? He was sure there was not a chance for him if this turned into a fight, which surely it would.

He knew what the other said was true, he should have, but he couldn’t call Terry not with where he’d just been. He couldn’t call anyone and he hadn’t planned on powering up till he’d been leaving the clinic. A quick decision and it looked like it was about to have dire consequences for him - s**t. Would they let him off again? He doubted it, highly, considering what they’d done recently to the Negaverse. “Did not wish to trouble others.” He answered, which was in part true, even as he started to take steps back from the other, dark eyes already glancing about as he looked for which way might be best for him to go. He would run - he had no choice in the matter. It was by instinct, rather than thinking it could help him at all, that he summoned the feather duster he was to call a weapon.



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He left Hawa, telling him he was going on a patrol. A simple truth. A small lie. Ever since the Chaos came back, he found himself eager to power up again. In the dark, pressed against old brickwork, he almost imaged the black cloth hugging him again, and he would look up and exhale slowly. The order of it all. The feel of it. Maybe if he concentrated, he could feel his own starseed, purified, yet swirling in a nebula cloud of chaos around it. It was seen as an affliction for the Code, something to be concerned in it weakening their own power source, but he didn’t see it as a disease. Not like the others had. It was like walking inside a old house, a place you grew up and became something, and you could feel the memories return to you as warm and inviting as smelling a relative’s fresh baked cookies.

It was easy to find something to fight. He hadn’t found any youma, as sad as they were yet easy to justify killing, but there were humans he never liked. A few beaten down only set an example for the others that there were those in uniform watching out for the rest. He pocketed the money. It was good for them to think it was a mugging. The drugs, tempting, he left alone.

It was easy, as long as you made sure they didn’t have a gone and were alone, which most always were when avoiding the public eye and hand of the law. It was just watching them to make sure they didn’t have anything packing. Magic didn’t do well against guns. A swift kick to the back did wonders however when no one expected you to drop down. He missed that. His sore stitched side did not like the kicking, and he hissed as he walked, gritting his teeth. He did his part, and he felt a bit of the anxiety out of his system. Would his actions today not help purify him? Doing a service to the common man just as he used to do back in the good ol days?

He paused though, and turned. A ping on the radar. Another member of Chaos. A old feeling of comradery now mixed with the new warning coming from changing sides. A red light that went “this is no longer your friend” despite what he felt. There was also another signature. If it was senshi, well, he wasn’t on there side, was he?

But it wasn’t, and he turned. “What idiot goes out alone after the battle we just had?” He said to himself, and he started to walk, only testing out a soft jog to see if his side could keep up. Pain, but not unbearable. As long as nothing tore or snapped, he would be fine. A few popped ones wouldn’t matter. He healed from worse. He had medication. Bandages could hide a lot.

And there was still a taste he didn’t have one his tongue. A feeling of being unsatisfied. Well….this was just a patrol after all. Nothing abnormal, and he could take on this energy signature of course. No need to call anyone in.

Why spoil the fun?

He headed to the direction of the energy that flickered and sparked in the distance and went down the road.



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“Really?” Leucite began, placing the ornate ball on the bottom of the spear down on the roof, eying the knight in front of him with something that resembled disdain. “You expect me to believe that? After the mess your kind wrought in Negaspace?” His face hardened then, teeth grinding slowly.

Leucite had not been there the day of the attack - he had been out of town and had not realized anything had gone wrong until his return when he powered up to find everything in shambles and burning and people injured and dead. It has sickened him and while he had been promoted shortly afterward - he still felt that he needed to make up for his absence.

Perhaps a few starseeds from knights and senshi would do.

“You should have focused on getting stronger since our last fight…” Leucite said flatly. “Because your life is on the line now, and I’m not going to hold back…”

He charged then, spear jabbing forward at the other male, hoping to pierce him with the blade and run him through. Hopefully in the leg or lower torso. He didn’t want him dead quite yet…



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“Why ask someone else out tonight? Did not want to risk another.” And he couldn’t ask someone out with him, not with where he’d just come from. But he could, and had been, asking Terry out with him but someone else? No, he hadn’t asked anyone else out with him and wouldn’t. He didn’t want to risk someone else if he somehow, like now, got caught out and powered up. At least Terry...well they were sort of glued at the hip - save for now.

He had focused on it, tried, but he wasn’t much for fighting even though he knew it was an important thing. He had fought that night, not that he was about to say that here and now, but it had yet to happen. Maybe he wasn’t ready? His wonder didn’t think he was? The code piece? Something didn’t think he was ready, or maybe because he still wasn’t so willing to fight and draw blood? Though...a little voice reminded him that he had tried to kill the General Queen.

Instead of saying anything he said nothing and soon was jumping back in order to try and dodge the first blow in what was sure to be many. His own tinker toy vanished from his hand, it served no purpose here. Here he would have to do whatever he could with his own body and that was it. As he jumped back he landed on a rock which rolled under his heel and caused his ankle to twist and his leg to falter and bend under his weight so he staggered and almost fell as he caught his balance before he could land on the roof top.

He was really hoping he survived this, he was not going to tell Terry a thing about this night, as he wondered what he could do. They weren’t going to let him go, clearly, and they were not pleased at all - they weren’t going to hold back. Escape was not a likely option - teleporting. He could try and run but he was sure it would just delay the fight which was going to happen not matter what. Best to just fight then - right? Mind made up and settled on a decision he ignored the twinge of pain from his ankle and launched himself at the other, one hand coming up and fingers and hand forming into a fist as he aimed for the others face.



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Damnit. It was high up. He was limited these days to high rise jumping with the bandages, but it didn’t look like the fight was coming down to him either. Searching, he ran around one building to see any easier jumps before moving along with the signatures from one alleyway to the next.

“Got it.” He said, jumping up atop a dumpster and then over to a smaller roof to a floral shop. From there was a jump to a insurance agency, over to a billboard sign for gambling problems, and up another roof until he was on the top. There, he held his side and looked over several roofs over to the pair fighting, surprised to see a splash of red, black, and white that he knew all too well to be Venice. The fight looked good, and he stopped. Watching. He hadn’t seen Venice in action much, and he wondered what his strategy for fighting an officer even was. This was, after all, his fight, and no one seemed in critical danger just yet.

He watched from afar, aware he could be sensed, but not interfering just yet.



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Leucite could feel the other signature approach in the back of his mind, and he wanted to swear. It probably wasn’t a trap, but what was his luck that a stronger target would show up while he was cleaning up the current fight with his current target. When his first jabbed missed, he continued forward, using his momentum he spun the spear around and sent the round metal ball on the base of the spear up and toward Venice’s chest, as the other male charged him with his fist.

He was amused at how he had not simply given up yet, even in the face of a much stronger foe. Oh, he’d of chased him if he’d run, and was going to mess him up either way - but at least he was willing to stand and fight this time.

He didn’t even want to waste teleporting around him and ending the fight too soon, he’d save it for when he got bored.



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He should have seen it coming, should have figured that weapon would be swiftly be put to use against him, but even if he had it didn’t make a difference. The other had distance on his side and was able to strike him before he got too close. The hit wasn’t something to laugh at, or even scoff at, as it connected with his chest and took his breath away and sent him to the ground. Working to refill his lungs with air, rubbing his chest due to the throbbing pain he wished to soothe.

Cursing in his own language he stood up very slowly, his hand still gently rubbing at his chest. He was sure he’d be bruised soon, he’d have to explain it to Terry next time they were together. Getting his legs to straighten up under himself, as they seemed inclined toward buckling under him, Venice really wished right now that he had a worthwhile weapon or magic. But with neither at his disposal he was left with going for another strike against the other.

This time he was slower, thanks to the other hitting him, but the first aimed for the other was a decoy as the real attack was a leg aimed for between the other male's legs. He would more than willing to play dirty if he could do some sort of damage to the other.




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He watched, cringing at the hit, but was impressed Venice got up and was headed back into battle. The weapon did have him concerned as he knew Venice was new and this was a General with experience. It was one thing to watch for training purposes and another let him get in a position to get skewered.

Walking to the edge of the roof, he kicked off and landed on their roof, summoning his weapon and then waiting. By now Venice would see was here, but he wouldn't intervene unless he was called - and boy did he want called.

Maybe they could tag team?

Something stirred inside. Wouldn't it be great training for Venice to pummel someone?

He swung the end of his weapon slowly waiting in anticipation. One fowl up and he’d jump in.



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The the younger knight alone, would not have been a threat, but the second power signature was closer now, practically on them, and one did not last long in the Negaverse without being able to assess risk. Normally, he would have dealt with the page then and there, but there was a bigger threat at hand. This other power signature was comparable to his own, and he did not like having that to his back. An inexperienced knight? Sure, easy pickings. Knock them out, drag them back Negaspace for conversion.

An experienced knight, with a signature comparable to a General? A threat - having probably survived through wit and will alone. Provided they weren’t glowing like a bad motel sign, a good prize to drag into the fold.

Provided you could grind them into the dirt enough to capture them. Again, you didn’t make it long in this world if you couldn’t properly assess risk.

So when he felt that signature draw even closer, behind him and for all he knew aggressive - it did not take him long to change his assessment of the situation. Instead of continuing his attack on Venice, who looked like he was winding up for another attack, he spun away and…

… teleported…

To in front of the new signature, bringing the tip of his spear down in a wide diangle arc in an attempt to pierce into the new Knight.

Provided he performed the move correctly, the attack would be hard to telegraph thanks to the sudden in and out of his teleportation.



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The teleporation was alarming, as he only felt the General was focused on his current prize and would either call out to him or just wait to take him on next. Seemed someone was more eager for a fair fight, and he grimmed wide as he appeared before him, spear already brought out to destroy him. He knew he had no time. He wasn’t a General any longer so split second teleporation was right out of the question. The time it would take to jump would probably cause him to be thrown off the building or send the spear into his abdomen which made for a very fatal blow.

So he prioritized in the last moment, and tilted his body, grabbing the spear to help it into his shoulder instead. It was a better place to put it than his side or into his vital organs. It wasn’t a great feeling by a long shot, and he could feel the tip push against bone. The blood dripped out, but it was still plugged for the moment.

But he had already summoned his own weapon beforehand, but he was too close to use it. Last he needed was to be dragged down by his own weapon, and being speared meant not jumping. So, instead, he went for the next available option.

He pulled back his arm and threw his entire weight into a hard punch to the throat.




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He knew the General would teleport, he knew enough about what they could do, but he’d figured he would remain the target till he was dead...or till he called in the knight for help - which he hadn’t planned to do. He didn’t want to bring someone else into his problem, especially when he’d seen who it was. The other should still be recovering, he’d seen how hurt the other had been during the big battle. What the other was doing out he didn’t know and he he wasn’t about to ask him for help, not when he was likely still injured.


It seemed however that the choice was going to be snatched from him by the eager General. He was moving before he even processed it, headed toward the two, when it happened. He saw the spear coming for the knight and was crying out, no words passed his lips but rather just a sound, and then it was being redirected to the others shoulder and in it went. Gasping he felt himself freeze for a single moment before he was moving again, all without much thought to be honest, as he summoned the supposed weapon and hoped it would be of some use as he threw it at the Generals back. If he could bring the focus back on himself, or distract him, he could try and help Gévaudan.

“Over here! Focus me!” He called out in his broken English, and heavy accent, to the Generals back as he jumped from the rooftop he’d been on to the one they were on in order to join in and try and help - he really did hope he could help somehow. This was after all his mess...he should handle it.



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Leucite looked into the face of the knight, focusing on the lines of the face as best he could as his foe guided the spear into his shoulder. It was not where Leucite had wanted the blow to land but it was something, he supposed. He saw the arm pulling back, and his body tensed as he tightened his grip on his spear, twisted it and pulled, ripping it free of the enemy’s shoulder as he brought his leg up between them and kicked hard forward, trying to put some distance between them.

The punch came faster than he expected, and he felt it impact him square in the center of his chest, below his throat as his body moved back as he kicked. He knew it would bruise like a mother, but he didn’t care, it kept him from having to deal with the potential of a choked up airway. This guy knew his s**t.

He felt the page’s weapon smack him in the back, and he could hear the voice, but he didn’t care.

As his arm came back from pulling the spear from the other man’s shoulder, he let it slide in his hand and gripped it closer to the spear head, then with a bit of a raspy wheeze, teleported back toward the page, and made a hard stab toward his gut.

“Should have run…”



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He gritted as the spear was yanked away, freeing the General for a fresh attack if he so chose, but he did decide to git distance. It wouldn’t last. Spears could be thrown, but it risked the General being without, unless he followed after it with close combat. The spear was mainly up close and personal, but this one seemed able to see an attack coming and juggling threats.

Bleeding, he watched as the man turned to his first target. Venice got what he wanted and was now a distraction. It gave time for the ex-General to kick off and follow behind the general. He could jump or teleport, but with the man’s back to him, he wouldn’t be able to see much.

He threw his own weapon out, using it to arch around the man as a wide, magical lasso. If it worked, then he would be leashed and bound to the spot he stood, and be brought into a mad, crazed lust for whatever he wanted most at the moment. It would at least give him the chance to return the damage he got from the spear.

Sometimes, even in his twenties, he felt WAY too old for this s**t.

“Venice!” He called out for the other man to jump hoping he would be able to see Gevaudan and what he was doing. If not, well, he’d just be in the thick of it.



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He had gotten what he’d wanted ,and then some. He had expected, or at least wanted, the General to turn his attention back onto him. He had not wanted that spear to be turned on him. He knew they could teleport but how do you combat instantaneous movement? There was little to no way to know when it would happen, unless they had a tell or told you they were going to teleport he saw no way to predict it, so when the General not only turned his way but wound up right in front of him all he could do was take a step back before the thin fabric of his vest gave way to the sharp blade of the spear.

He only just took notice of the Knight’s weapon being thrown toward the General, he really did owe Gévaudan, even if it was a bit late, as the other was bailing his a** out of a mess he’d gotten himself into by deciding to power up and patrol on his own when he knew the dangers. The General’s spear not only sliced cleanly through his vest but pierced flesh and drew blood as he stood frozen on the spot, dark eyes unfocused for a moment as the shock of the situation held him captive for what felt like an eternity before it was gone - before he was blinking and seeing everything again and feeling the pain and the blood against his flesh - which should not be a thing.

The pain he felt shocked him as he grit his teeth against the sounds which sought to escape as he fought the urge to pull away, he didn’t want to risk unplugging the wound or ripping himself open further. So he reached out with his hands intending to take hold of the weapon, toward where the General’s hands were and keep the weapon right where it was. He did not care for being ripped open by the blade - thank you very much.



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As the chain wrapped around Leucite’s waist, he felt a heat roll through him, and looking Venice in the eyes he growled. “You’re going to wish I had killed you…” He drove his fist forward, into the other man’s chest, it was a practice movement now. His hand found the page’s Starseed and he grinned a wicked, malevolent grin. “Now then…” He said with a small chuckle. “Let’s fix a few things shall we?”

He began to pump chaos into the other man’s starseed. This process was… PROBABLY ill advised to be done in the middle of combat, but… Leucite WANTED Venice… They NEEDED new blood. So he was going to take what he wanted most.

So he ignored the Knight barreling toward him, instead trying to corrupt the poor page he had trapped in his hands.



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Those words, that look in the others eyes - it scared him. He actually felt fear and was sure the other was dead serious...he would make him wish he’d been killed sooner by the other. He went to take a step back but it wasn’t fast enough, not nearly fast enough, as the General’s hand shot out and entered his chest. This wasn’t the first time it had happened though it was something he’d wanted to avoid happening again, oh how he’d wanted to avoid an oncour. It seemed he wasn’t to be so lucky only this time his starseed wasn’t to be removed and him left on the ground. No, it was much worse. At the first touch, as his starseed was taken hold of, a cry of pain escaped him.

Fix a few things? The words barely registered with him, were only just faintly heard as the pain pulsed in him from his very core. The pain was intense, something he’d only felt once before, but it soon got worse - something he didn’t think possible.

What happened next he didn’t know, his thoughts too scrambled and preoccupied to focus, as pain like nothing he’d ever felt before ripped through him. His head fell back as a scream tore loose before it became a silent scream of pain. Dark eyes teared up, a few drops of salty fluid escaping and making their way down fair cheeks and down his neckline. Was he going to die? Was this going to be how he ended? The other knight could only do so much and how long would it take for the other to free him? Would it be in time or would the General kill him?

His lips moved, slowly, as he forced the whispered broken words past them. An apology to Erebus but not spoken in English. He couldn’t think to use the language he was only just starting to really learn. The words were in his own tongue, familiar and comforting and spoken in a broken whisper of strung together words.

The pain was intense and deep, he’d felt it before but not so intensely, it felt like something was going to break...something had to give - right? What was being done to him? He couldn’t think straight enough to figure out just how it felt but it felt like he would break - that something would give and shatter soon...like he was headed for the edge of something...being shoved toward it by force.



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It was a stupid move. A damn stupid move. For a Negaverse officer, especially a general, to drop his guard so much was beyond insane. Corruption took a great deal of energy AND concentration, so to focus solely on the task was downright idiotic with someone else on the field. Gevaudan didn’t know how quickly a starseed could be corrupted, but if pulling out one was any indication, it would take at least some time. More time than he was willing to allow.

If anything, it was an opportunity, but it was also a dangerous one. With the officer’s hand in the young knight’s chest, ripping too soon could hurt him, but letting that hand stay in was far worse. If it came out, it came out. At least he could put it back. Right now, he was also pissed the General didn’t even take him as much of a treat that he would even attempt this in front of him

And to one of HIS knights.

Back to him and hand in a knight, there was clearly no other choice than to give the General a lesson in prioritizing.

Racing up to them, he didn’t attack yet. A hard punch could jar him, but opportunity was here and he wanted to make it clear he didn’t take kindly to anyone touching his things. Skidding up beside him, he grabbed the spear lodged in the knight’s body, ignoring his screams of pain. It called back to a similar pain in a cold, autumn night when he first embraced Chaos. A forced corruption never went all that well, and he guessed the officer wanted to destroy the knight rather than actually make him a worthwhile soldier. Or maybe he just wanted another youma on his hand.

Spear in his grasp, he set his heel against Venice and pulled, yanking the blade out in one hard jerk before he turned it on it’s master and plunged it right at the arm going into the knight.

“That’s MINE!” He shouted.



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Mathias had completely ignored the other now and now discovered the folly of that magic infused decision. He let out a yell - a wordless pained thing as the spear stabbed into his arm and caused him to release the starseed that he had been gripping. Power ebbed out of him quickly and with a growl he dismissed his weapon, leaving his arm bloody - but still mostly useable. It would probably need stitches and some energy orbs to help him speed up his recovery but, he would worry about that later.

His face turned to the knight with a snarl, and letting go of the page, he spun quickly in the enclosed space, bringing up a knee and attempting to drive it into the Knight’s gut. Leucite was a mixed-martial artist by trade and by hobby, fighting in close quarters, with knees and elbows and fists and feet, that wasn’t unusual for him. Granted - most fights didn’t end with the enemy dying or dead, but the concept was the same. Wear them down, break them if you had to.

The hand that had been holding the spear was lashing out to grab hold of the enemy’s uniform, fingers gripping the fabric to hold his foe in place. If nothing else, to keep him in range for the knee that barreling toward his torso.



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He would have remained where he was, or rather where he found himself, as the hand left his chest he dropped to his knees panting for air. His right hand going up to his chest, to where it seemed the General had been gripping him so intimately. The pain that had flooded him was gone but in it’s place was the pulsing remains that throbbed and reminded him of the pain he’d just suffered under. How such pain was possible was beyond him - but it was possible.

Watching as the General rounded on the Knight he stood slowly, pushing himself with much force and effort, to his feet. The other knight had butted in to save him, to keep something bad from happening to him, and he had to help the other - had to get them both out of this...somehow. Still rubbing at his chest he needed to think of a way to help...but how? He had no weapon, no magic, and he was weak physically especially after what had just happened.

“Can’t fight us both…” He said looking at the General’s back. “Can’t win against us.” At least he hoped not, hoped the General would believe him.



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Venice dropped and he felt relief in seeing him freed WITH his starseed not in the General’s hand. It would be a lot trickier if he had to put it back, and even harder if the General was the light starseed snacking kind. He knew there would be a trade, but he wasn’t opposed to close fighting. He had taken self defense classes since he wa young due to his short and tiny disposition. Years of a Negaverser had twisted that to a more offensive sprinkling.

As he was grabbed, he breathed out quickly so that the knee to his stomach wouldn’t be as bad, but between his last stitched up wound and the new one, the slam of a well-placed kneeing was enough to jar his senses. The pain that popped around his body made everything tilt for a moment.

He needed distance again.

Looking at the hand that held his chest, he reached out, moved up a sleeve, and BITE.



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The feeling of teeth on flesh made him hiss. A few months ago, and it would have been Leucite doing the biting. He had been in a much darker and shakier place mentally then. He had found salvation in the form of the Living Saint and proof of their righteous cause in the Rosary he wore on his sash. He had taken a pilgrimage into the Rift and seen the truth and had been blessed.

This pain he felt, the physical pain, the tiredness seeping into his bones from his failure to corrupt the page, these were nothing to a week in the Rift without food, and only Iudicael to help him. As the page spoke, Leucite didn’t have time to deal with him, or time to summon his friend to his side - nor, if he was honest, the energy too. Instead his focus remained on the current threat, and with a low, growl, brought his injured arm to bear on his opponent's head. Once, Twice, three times he snapped quick, powerful blows against the side of Gev’s head.

Bite him, and pay the price. There was no distance to be had now. Fingers gripped harder at the fabric, sliding roughly against the material as he allowed his arm to move closer to Gev’s mouth to relieve the pressure of the teeth.

He stepped into Gev, pushing his body against the other male’s, using his weight and height as he roughly shoved a leg between Gevs and hooked it behind one, sweeping it back toward himself again in the hope of bringing the knight down to the ground.

Let them hit the floor. Let’s them tussle. He would show this Knight the power of the Negaverse.



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He had been suffering from tiredness, a lack of energy, for days now and while he’d just left a clinic to help with the issue it seemed that the strain of the fight was tapping the energy he had and making him tired. He wanted to just sit - right here and not give a ******** what was going on but he couldn’t. It wasn’t an option as he saw the other knight being struck and the General ignoring him.

He had to push himself, to fight against the wave of lightheadedness which swept through him causing him to sway where he stood for a moment. Shaking his head, which really didn’t help matters, he risked it as he moved in on the General whose back was to him - not smart. Close enough, or so he thought anyway, he took a swing with a fist for the area where head met neck.

So tired...he didn’t think he’d make it through this as he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he didn’t need to not see something coming his way - that wouldn’t be very good for him.



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Blood rushed into his mouth, and as he was punched, he dug his teeth deeper into the flesh until he was pulled back, kicked back and away to feel a leg moving against his. If he was going down, he'd do damage where he could, and he threw his legs up, leaning back to brace for the fall and tilting his body so his legs could be thrown up together up at the General.

“Venice! Run you ********!” He called out.




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He heard the other knight but should he just run and leave him behind? It didn’t seem like something a teammate should do...but maybe if he left, and wasn’t in the way, the fight could finish without the other knight taking so much damage just to protect him…

Biting down on his bottom lip he nodded once, a quick bobbing of his head which left him feeling dizzy. He wanted to raise a hand and calling out ‘fighting’ but he didn’t, it wasn’t done here - it wasn't normal here. Instead he called out to the other. “Be safe, win!” And he turned and ran as fast as he could, before he could get dragged back into the fight and thus keep the other knight entangled in his mess even longer, taking more damage which should have been his to suffer.

He felt...weak and even harmful to others right now and as he let himself land in an alleyway he felt his vision going dark around the edges as he powered down and slumped to the ground as he fought to clear his darkening sight. He really was tired - had been tired and this hadn’t helped one bit. What he’d done to help himself...had all been tossed out the window.



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Leucite grunted at the legs came up, blowing the air out of his lungs to limit the amount of shock that would disrupt him as they landed. He continued to swing his fist a few more times, before trying to ram his forearm against the other male’s throat. He let the full of his weight rest against the other man’s legs, trying to wedge himself between them, his own legs finding the rough surface of the roof with a thud.

He continued to try and get a forearm against the other man’s windpipe, trying to choke him out, trying to end this fight before it could grow much worse. But if need be, he’d brutalize the man more. He didn’t care.

This was a fight he would finish.



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With Venice taking off, the priority of one life for another shifted. Now he had to be concerned about his own life. The only reason he decided to pick this fight was because Venice wasn’t suited for it, and he felt it was the right choice when he saw that starseed get grabbed. If he hadn’t been around, he could only imagine that he would be down a page and the Negaverse would get a new recruit to help in whatever would happen next from this war.

Not that he didn’t have that to worry about, he did have to worry about the fact he really was in no condition to fight. He had felt something tear from under his bandages and knew that Wyatt would blow a gasket to find out that his wounds and reopened. Add the spear stab to his shoulder and several hard punches to his face, and he was not in any better state than when he left home.

A well-placed forearm to the throat signaled that this guy knew his chokeholds, and his eyes narrowed as he looked up at him. There was no way he was blacking out and going back to Wolframite. He’d rather die fighting that then allowing Wyatt to wake up alone day after day.

Swearing at him would have been nice, but he didn’t have that kind of breath. Instead, he moved his arm arms together to the side and threw it against the arm at his throat, moving to try and roll his body to one side to make that weight go off his neck and move off to the side instead.

He needed to get distance. The longer he was around, the longer he was losing blood, and at a point, he would just lose to shock and fatigue.



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Leucite growled, but he had to give it to this knight, he knew his stuff. As the arms moved to break the chokehold and their bodies rolled, Leucite tried to readjust his grip, moving now to wrap his arms around the other man and keep him down. Keep him pinned to the ground. He tried to get his legs under him, tried to make it so that he could keep the momentum going and wear the other man out.

It was a battle of attrition now, who would tire out first. He tried to lob hard, short jabs into the other man’s side and head, trying to wear him down more. While at the same time trying to keep himself protected from reprisal.

What had started off as a fight between two noble soldiers had devolved to a tussle of life and death and brutality, Leucite knew he’d need time to recover, but as it was, he’d be able to take that time.

He wanted his knight to know that his kind were on the losing side.



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One hand around him, legs about his own, and one hand freed to hit him into the soft, bleeding wounds as stitches continues to pop and pull against the edges of torn skin, he rolled with the man. At some point, they would reach the side of the roof. They would either fall off or once they hit a ledge, he could work on getting himself free.

So he threw himself into the roll, trying to go faster to keep the man from using the one hand to hit him and instead keeping it tucked in to continue the roll. Since he was only held with one hand, the other used for punching him and sending him floating between consciousness and trying to refocus, he threw his body into rolling and gaining as much speed as he could. Since his own hands weren’t entirely bound up, he reached out to get that hand and see if he couldn’t twist it into the roll of their bodies and twist it down so their body weight would pop it.

He needed those hands to stop going after him. If he could get a hand down, he had a better chance of breaking free.

As they rolled, he hoped they would hit the ledge soon. If he could stun the man against the lip of the roof, it would also serve him to get a split second to break free.



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Leucite wasn’t even focusing on their constant motion, if he had been, he’d of done what he could to arrest their momentum and try to drag them back to center of the roof. However, because the knight kept trying to grab him assaulting hand and wedge it between them, Leucite was forced to just bring it in and grab at the knight’s uniform instead. It didn’t stop him from trying to rough him up with knees and elbows, but it made it a lot harder.

Then his back hit the ledge of the roof and he let out a grunt of shock, he tried to keep the momentum going, tried to allow the knight to continue the roll and off the roof, but he didn’t have the leverage now suddenly wedged against the wall.

He tried to get his feet between him and the knight to kick at him, to try and get some space away from the wall, hands letting him go to try and disengage himself to reposition.



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And he did the one thing he could think of - get away.

As he was kicked, as he was released, he reached up, grabbed the roof’s edge, and scrambled up and off the roof.

The descent down was not a good one, as he hit the ledge, rolled with a ground, and then turned his body to slide and hit another roof that sent him crumbling down. Holding his side, the world swam but he threw his weight off that roof and onto the street below. He needed a way out, and he knew he couldn’t run long. What was important was to get out of sight of the roof and then hide.

So he rushed to an alleyway two buildings down, took a right and ran as fast as he could. At some point even he was lost as to where he was, but it didn’t matter as long as he got some distance. After a few blocks, he found a parking lot and laid against a SUV where he slid down and took deep breathes.

Looking down with shaking hands, he saw the blood pouring out. <********.” He powered down, and then he called Venice.

He needed help, and he knew he was still around.

Dialing, he held the phone up to his ear. He needed to stay conscious. As he did, he heaved himself up and looked up to make out where he was to give him directions.



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Leucite hissed in anger as the knight went up and over the edge. Scrambling to his feet, he moved to look over the roof and watched as the other male rolled and fell against the roofs. Only to land and scuttle away into the night. Grunting, he shook his head, and turned. He’d give chance but he needed to get his arm looked at. The last thing he needed was a debilitating injury now. It was a risk he took on patrol, but still…

After a few steps he summoned his weapon to himself, and then teleported away. His hunt was done for the night.



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Leaning against a brick wall, using a dumpster to keep himself from being seen from the sidewalk, one hand was pressed to his stomach where he still leaked red fluid. The color staining his dark clothing, at least he wasn’t wearing white he thought tiredly. How was he going to explain this to Terry? Or his family? Terry would figure it out, he was sure of it, his family he supposed would be easy - terrorist. His family knew the city wasn’t safe, being here as long as they had they knew. It didn’t mean they would be packing up and leaving though, his father still had a job to do and wouldn’t turn his back on his job.

He longer was sure where he stood on the idea either. Terry was here...and this was a fight which needed to be fought...his ancestor would not want him to leave - it would be dishonorable. But his cousin was at risk here as were his parents.

Tilting his head back and breathing slowly, he had finally calmed down, he pressed down on the wound causing him to bite down on his bottom lip as pain coursed through him. <”Damn it.”> The two simple words hissed out in his native tongue and moments later his cell phone was ringing. Shifting around, wincing in pain as he did so, he pulled out his phone and hit the answer button.

“Yes?” He hadn’t taken the time to see who the call was from, not very smart but if he needed to he could explain any oddness in his voice - he was good at lying.


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