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Harmotome silently scowled at the dark figures as she and her General passed through the Hall of Shadows. The eerie and morbid as all ******** place would have gotten to her, except, honestly, she had a far more pressing concern on her plate. The said General beside her. She quietly fumed. Her da always said that her mouth was constantly going to get her in trouble, and it did.

She'd been bragging to some lieutenants that since she was a Captain now, she could go to the Rift to get a personal youma. That's when Pyrophanite showed up, of course, overheard the conversation, and decided he'd accompany her. She didn't have a choice. Tried to persuade him otherwise. Told him flat out no and to <******** off, but it didn't work. She really should have been doing this with Aurostibite or hell, Zircon. They would have been a lot more reliable and less likely to...lose it.

She tried again.

"It is not a good idea!" She growled at him. "You are not suited for this, Pyro. Not right now. I vill go vith someone else!"

"If you see a General tell me."

She had tried again, and it hadn't worked. Damn it. Damn it.

Red eyes cut across to him sharply as he shifted his coat. Even slight, she was watching every movement of his like a hawk, but that would be difficult. She was supposed to be looking for a youma...not trying to watch her back here. Maybe she should just halfheartedly look, call it a day, and then get them both to leave after a bit. That might work.

"Is good thing I am not senshi." She muttered, "Though it is more like I have a ticking bomb vith me." That last part was more under her breath, and though she wanted to keep all of her attention on Pyro, she couldn't help but start scanning the area once they left the Hall of Shadows and entered the Rift proper. According to Aurostibite...you just knew when the right one would be there so...she just had to look.

"Do you have a personal youma, yet?" She asked after a moment. "And not the one in you."

Harmotome was stalled from making any snarky comments as some of the lesser youma did approach. Once again, she couldn't help but look them over, but nothing about any of them stood out, so she took it to mean that any of these weren't the one. "Ah." She replied. Maybe he hadn't been back here for good reason.

For once, the captain wasn't crazy about venturing in deeper, and she was all about exploration. The further they got away from the Hall of Shadows...that just meant she was stranded. She eyed Pyro's back as she moved to follow after him. "Not too deep." She drawled. "That is not for either of us." She never thought she'd see the day when she had to be...the adult.

She went back to half scanning the youma, half surveying Pyro.

"You feeling okay?"

Harmotome never thought she'd see the day when she could actually see red flags popping up. She was obstinate, determined, and far too head strong, and thus ignored any sense of decency...but maybe it was different because her sense of self-preservation was kicked into over drive. She knew that if the tables suddenly turned, right now, she was no match. Not here in the Rift where she couldn't teleport out.

"Pyrophanite." The captain hissed herself. "You are doing the ssssss thing." She did not appreciate it. Then it was getting worse. She also stared at the mid-sized youma approaching---no, just random youma either. Serpent like ones. Drawn to him.

Harmotome stopped.

"Pyrophanite." Her tone said it was not for debate. "Ve are leaving. Now."

She was just going to grab him---or was going to. She was already on edge, but it went worse when he collapsed. "Pyro---" The snake youma swarmed him, and for a split second she thought it'd be that scene out of the Mummy where the scarabs cleaned the flesh off the bones---

Actually, this was worse. If only she could have been so lucky.

She knew she had been in s**t before, but that s**t hit the fan when the General emerged, and Pyrophanite was not driving. She didn't forget the entity she had encountered months prior. When the episodes were few and far in between and he could wrestle control back easier.

The captain scowled, and held a hand out. "Not scared." She growled, "I am ******** pissed." Her short spear appeared in hand, and she brandished it, sliding into a battle stance. Her eyes darted to the multitudes of the snake youma, and then back to the youma in control of Pyrophanite's body. She might be able to make a mad dash for the Hall of Shadows. Maybe find someone...but who was to say that the youma wouldn't pose as Pyro and sail right through everyone else and wreck havoc. Who was to say someone on the outside wouldn't see something wrong and just decide to eliminate him instead of dealing with it?

But what were her odds of taking him on plus the youma wiggling around like little pests? "Son of a b***h." She muttered, and out of the corner of her eye saw a small black mass swoop overhead. Ugh. No time. Unless it was coming for her, it wasn't a concern.

"Go back to the depths of his depraved little soul, monster." She snarled. "This is your only varning!"

Harmotome's lips curled in a soundless snarl. She was going to kick Pyrophanite's a** if he made it back. The boy deserved it and then some for putting her through this s**t.

Her skin nearly wanted to crawl as all the little snake youma turned to stare at her, but she refrained. "Silence." The snarl gave way to sound. "Do not sound so smug, if I killed him, you vould go too." But that was not the plan.

Not unless he gave her no other option, and she still had options---as limited and stacked against her as they were.

The miasma was starting to spill, and she knew she had to act now. The one blessing, she thought, about being in the Rift was that the miasma couldn't thicken here since it was so vast. On the other hand...maybe that worked against her too since it could spread out. Her body tensed to act, but she paused as that black shadow she had seen out of the corner of her eye came swooping in again.

A youma the size and shape of a raven came diving in, talons out stretched, right for Pyrophanite's face. Wait---was it---helping her!? Harmotome didn't waste any time, because she knew an opportunity when she saw it. The captain hurled her short spear right at the gathering youma that were swarming the General's feet. She felt the utmost satisfaction as immediately a bunch of them turned to dust from the blow.

Harmotome praised her lucky stars that the little youma dispersed. The cake icing was gone now! That was an applicable saying, right?

Also, if this wasn't her kind of opening, brightly lit and spot lighted, she didn't know what was. As the snake General was distracted by her weapon, she flew at him. The captain lunged, her knee outstretch, looking to hit him square in the stomach, and she wasn't holding back. That raven youma was still trying to swoop around him, but when it saw her coming, it flew back up...like it was working with her?

Once she was in the middle of her lunge for him, she made the short spear dissipate back to Negaspace, because really, that was one thing she didn't need to give him.

The captain lept away, just in case that didn't down him like she hoped. Wait. Her youma? Red eyes darted back to the youma which was circling above, waiting. Okay, that was kind of cool, but not top concern right this second. She regarded Pyro---and she felt it was Pyro----the lack of ssssssss a big indicator, in addition to the cursing.

"No." She said. "That is not how this vorks." She told him firmly, digging her heels in. "Ve either leave together, or you are leaving dead." No punches pulled. "So get your s**t together and get up."

There was a rustling of feathers then, and Harmotome was surprised when the raven youma landed and came to a perch on her shoulder. It tilted it's head to regard what was happening, blinking an eye within it's skeletal head, and then reached to lightly pull on some of the Captain's dark hair.

"Uh---" Well. She did feel....something with this one. A bond, she could call it? It did save her bacon, after all and....well. It was here. As in on her shoulder.