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Wither decided to patrol even though being out late would worry Dmitry especially with the current state of their relationship, but Wither didn't think Dmitry would follow so he wasn’t too worried. He was out for an hour before he figured he should do something productive beyond draining people until they passed out and watching their limp bodies fall to the ground. He pulled out his communicator and sent a text to his subordinates.



Twenty minutes later he found himself in the park waiting for the four to show up, but also knowing he wouldn't be surprised if with them came their patrol partners, not that he’d called for them.

Strengite got the text and her first reaction was just to ignore it. Eh, the new general could take a long walk off a short pier for all she cared, she had better things to do. People to hunt, bars to hop, and drinks to imbue.

So why exactly did she find herself there at the appointed park…. Late but only by a few minutes?

Because she didn’t want to get her a** kicked. That and she was rather curious as to what the fork boy wanted, that little nickname stayed buried in her mind since she knew Wither would get his revenge for it. Kind of like mentally calling Beni her pocket general. Not really a good thing to let him know. Hell would freeze over before either found out as far as she was concerned.

“Your favorite Captain is here,” She teased the General as she stepped out of the shadows, “No need to applaud.”

Pezz couldn't help but roll her eyes and sigh.

The one time she could spend with her boyfriend alone and her boss pings her for training. As much as she wanted to ignore it and continue to use Ever as a pillow she knew she wouldn't hear the end of it if she didn't go. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looked down at Ever, “Big boss wants to do training for some weird reason…” she needed her shirt or his, didn't matter, either way she reached over to grab whomever’s shirt is right next to them. “Guess who’s going to be my plus one?” She gave him a cheeky grin while getting dressed. Suffering alone was not on the table here.

Demantoid was in the middle of a midnight swim when he received the message coming from his new boss. Whelp there went his nice and quiet evening. It was a good thing he didn't have much planned (well….He did have plans to ask his new girlfriend if she wanted to get a hotel for the night but that was busted), so he got changed and made his way over to the meeting point, hands in his pockets while he appeared after a female with silver and red hair. Maybe if they were quick there was still a possibility of him getting laid tonight. Maybe.

For once Polo was not in the middle of adult time, in fact she was sleeping because of who she was having adult time with. Either way, the ping made her groan and roll over in her bed, choosing to ignore it for just a few more minutes so she could get her s**t together. Eventually she was appearing right beside Dem, giving the tall man a wink. There was one that she hasn't met before but figured if she is important Big Boss will introduce her to them.

Villon was dead a** asleep when he had the feeling that he needed to get up. Shimmying himself away from the combination that was Lily and Colin, he stretched and threw on a hoodie, walking into the forest that was by their house. No he wasn't going to power up, but he did pull out his communication device, seeing the call from his cousin. Welp, duty calls, might as well get some practice in. He made sure he was pretty far from the house, texting Lily that he went out for a jog before transforming and quietly stepping in next to Strengite, black fog swirling at his feet with inky shadows popping out every once in a while.

He spotted Polo and Dem, raising an eyebrow.

Ah….Newbies. Great.

If Wither was honest with himself, seeing all these faces made him feel a little better. It was nice to see how the team grew, how it was growing. He’d have to ask Beni about a meeting so everyone could meet up and they could reconnect and he could introduce all the newbies more officially to the whole team.

“Wakey wakey, kids … and Streng and Villion,” he said with an amused smirk, not realizing he’d added his cousin in the message, but fine with him turning up anyway. “Tonight we’re going to have a little training session, assess your skill and then I’ll teach you guys a bit of the basics of Muay Thai. Introductions first.”

He pointed to each as he introduced him, “the lovely and slightly irksome captain over, in green and red is Strengite. In red, black and white, is Captain Pezzoite, my cousin over there with the gamer tattoo is Villon, the goth fashionista is Polonia, the very tall green haired Lieutenant is Demantoid, mr. top hat over is Madhatter.”

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way. Pez and Polo, you’ll go against me as Pez had the most fighting experience. Strengite, you're up against Villon. Keep your tentacle to yourself, Vil. Hatter you’ll go against Deman. No weapons, no magic and don’t get carried away.”

Ever frowned at his girlfriend and mentally cursed Wither for his terrible timing. He was quite comfortable and fully ready to spend the night in, but no, Pez was summoned and so now Hatter was standing in the park about to get into a random sparring match just because. He sighed and glared at Deman, still less than cordial to him even if Polo seemed to be over the whole stabbing thing.

“Next time you need a plus one,” he grumbled to his girlfriend, “grab Taaffe.”

“Awwww man! But I enjoy stabbing people,” Strengite just made a face at Wither even as a rather dirty comment about Villon’s tentacle floated across her mind. She really didn’t care about the crowd of littles that were also there, at least no more so then just curiosity at just how many people were ‘under’ Wither’s command. Like seriously? When the hell did that happen? Would she get a little army of kiddos when she hit General? Did she really want them? Honestly? Yes and no. Yes because of minions…. No because of s**t like this. She wouldn’t want to have to train with them or anything.

Rather than dwell on her future any further she faced Villon and shrugged. “You heard him, shall we move over a bit to give the kids some space,” She shifted over some to give them all a bit more space before she made a ‘come hither’ finger wag at the corrupt. “It's always up to the men to make the first move.”

Villon gave the group an unimpressed wave, looking over at his cousin, “Damn, here I thought I was going to have fun.” He raised an eyebrow at her come hither finger, completely unimpressed, tilting his head. “No.” Always up to the men his a**, the ******** she think he is? A shining knight? “You know in battle there is no such rule right? Or is your head that far up your a**?” He decided to wait and see if she would start charging or if this would be a stand off.

He’d rather spar with his cousin.

“Grab Taffe so she can spar with me instead? You know I won't be paired with you period babe.” But then again, it could be the fact that Demantoid was also here and he did stab Polo earlier. So maybe that's what he was talking about. She walked up to Wither, getting into a reading stance. “Don't beat me too much Big boss.”

Polo followed Pezz, not completely sure on what she needed to do. She never fought and when she was gathering energy she didn't need to do any kind of combat. “Ummmm sooo…I'm not a fighter.” Also she didn't want to get her a** beat because of this.

Dem had to repress a sigh at who he was paired with. Great…The kid that hated his guts, awesome. Ignoring the glare that was sent his way, he made his way towards Hatter after introductions were over. “Gonna continue hating me kid? Your sister seems pretty much over it, you should follow her lead.” Yeah yeah he stabbed her, she recovered and even winked at him. Needless to say it was time to move on at that point.

Wither smirked at Pez and rolled his eyes, “you’ll be fine,” he said before looking at Polo. “I suspected as much. It's why you're paired with Pez, who is a boxer, she can help you, but it would be best if you learned before it's a fight for your life. The white moon can be ruthless, one kicked me off a roof.”

He took a stance, more intending to defend himself than to actually attack at the moment. “Just do the best you can to try to hit me, I want to see where you are skill wise.”
Hatter made an unimpressed face at Deman, “oh shut up. If I want to hate you, that's my business, now let's do this, so we can all go back to our regularly scheduled program.” Hatter took a stance thinking of his sparring matches with Pez. He was getting better, but he knew nothing about Deman and whether or not he could fight, so it was a real test because he was going in blind and again someone bigger than him.

He didn’t wait around going right in with a right hook, getting his head in the game.

“Oh goodie… a man with an opinion,” The captain rolled her eyes. Why did Wither stick her with this cretin? “Do you know how opinions and assholes are similar? It’s because every guy has one.” After a moment of deciding this little s**t was just going to stand there Strengite decided to get this over with. The sooner one of them tapped out the sooner they could go home. Not that she was going to be the one to tap out or at least she wasn’t going to go out that easily.

“Let's show the kiddos how its done I guess,” So with a sigh she pushed off and practically barreled towards the corrupt, looking to tackle him to the ground. She found that opponents on the ground were easier to control.

Ah so she was mouthy too?

Villon gave his opponent a grin, leaping to the side to avoid the barreling captain, so tempted to just spit at her. But he promised Wither he would be good so in response to her almost tackle, he raised his foot high, aiming to bring the heel of his boot down on her back to pin her in place instead, looking at her with a bored look on his face. “Oh goodie… A woman that thinks she's god's gift…How assuming of her to think she's that important.” If she wanted to talk down at him for his gender then he supposed he could play it up and show her “place”, since he was a horrible man and all. God, what is with people these days?

Deman rolled his eyes, catching the fist coming towards him with a more maniacal grin, gripping it as hard as he could, twisting slowly. “Last time you got me off guard you s**t stain. Not this time.” He kicked his leg out, aiming to spartan kick him in his mid section. Time for payback and maybe he would get this kid to leave him alone. It's not like he was trying to stab his sister again. But then again, if he kept trying him like this then maybe there really would be a round two. ******** around and find out.

Pez decided she wanted to be a little dramatic, “What? No I won't! You're gonna kill me boss!” She laughed and threw out a punch towards Wither, shifting from foot to foot while she readied for another jab.

Polo gave Wither a look and tried to mimic Pez, not feeling confident at all. “Ugh, how long do we have to do this?”

Wither watched Polo even though Pex attacked him, he dodged easily enough, faster as General than the newly appointed captain. “Like you mean it Pez, or youll regret it.”

He frowned because when Polo said she didn't fight, he didn't think it meant she couldnt fight. It was looking a lot more like couldnt with each passing moment.

“Get you head in the game Polo or you wind up flat on your a**,” she said, aiming a kick at her side intent on knocking her over while he kept an eye on what Pez was doing. It was hard to fight multiple opponents at one especially when his focus was a little split anyway.

Hatter gritted his teeth against the pain of Deman trying to twist his arm still he stayed focus through the pain, so he saw when Deman raised his leg and he dart to the left to avoid it and tried to hit him with a left cross to the kidney since his left side was wide open while he held onto Hatter.

Hatter wasn't s**t talking or anything of the sort, just focused and looking more than a little unbothered, like he didn't even hear Deman. He knew he was eventually going to run out of energy. He just hoped it was after Wither decided to break them up and move on to the teaching part of things.

She figured he would dodge, any self respecting fighter would dodge, what she didn’t expect was one, her heels slipping in the squishy grass, and two… the little s**t to try to stomp on her! Rude! Strengite twisted, landing rather heavily on her back and kicked upwards with both of her feet. If he wanted to kick… she would kick too. Honestly she really wished Wither just let her use her knives. It would have made it so much easier to toss them at the talkative corrupt.

Finally she was actually doing something he could get behind.

Villon just barely blocked the kick, thanking Wither for making him go to kickboxing class with him whenever he could, otherwise that kick would have knocked him flat on his a**. Had this been an actual battle, he would have proceeded to kick her while she was down. However, he decided to give the woman some space so she could right herself and get back into gear.

Deman wasn't expecting the hit to the side, giving a grunt of pain while bringing his knee up to hopefully land in his midsection. He kept twisting, reaching out to grab the other hand as well so he could have the advantage. Contrary to what he said earlier, he was actually still pissed about the dude beating the s**t out of him when he was down.

Pez, taking advantage of the lack of full attention, swooped in with a nice hit aimed at the general’s chest. If he wanted her to fight like she meant it then that’s what she will do. Granted, she couldn't hurt him too much so she wasn't worried about any consequences. She did wince when she saw Polo go flying slightly, figuring she would learn eventually.

Polo tried to block against the general’s kick but instead she floundered, taking the kick and flying back a bit, rolling onto her side. She supposed she was supposed to get up, but she was content to just lie there for a bit. This fighting s**t was for the birds. Why fight when there were other ways to settle things? Besides, pain outside of the bedroom wasn't fun in the slightest. Polo laid there for a couple more minutes then got up, slowly making her way back to the general and Pez. The quicker she got through this the quicker she could go home.

With a mental curse Strengite climbed to her feet, annoyed that not only did she now have a grassy a** from her tumble but her kick didn’t do squat. After brushing her backside off, keeping an eye on her opponent, she settled back into a fighting stance. “Your turn,” It was all she said. She ‘went first’ last time, now she was curious to see what the corrupt would do. Punch? Kick? Tackle? Some combination thereof?

Or could they call it quits? She was already over this whole ‘training’ thing. Then again… she disliked fighting in general. Strengite would much rather just stab someone. Faster… easier… more bloody. What's not to like!

Hatter realized he couldnt let this turn into a grappling match, as Deman was bigger than her by a decent amount. He honestly had no idea what the other was thinking, or maybe he wasnt. He was too close to miss the knee, but it hit his hip with his attempts to keep Deman from getting a good grip on him. It was bad enough he wouldn’t let go, keeping him closer than Hatter would really like to be.

Hatter twisted and tried to slam his elbow into the crook of Deman’s arm in an attempt to get him to let go. If it failed he’d resort to trying to wail on the male.

Wither knew Pez could hold her own, expected her to be decent, she’d been brought into the negaverse for a reason. One day he’d have to really test her skills. He smirked even though he was unable to fully block her kick, pushed back some by its power.

“That’s what Im talking about, keep it up Pez …,” he said before darting behind her and aiming to punch her in the back. He wasn't going to play nice and he expected them to do what it took to win because sometimes it was their life on the line.

“Polo, I expect you to land a hit before we are done,” he said, watching the woman head back over to them, hoping she had some sort of resolve to try.

Polo gave Wither a look of disbelief. She could barely figure out the fighting stance she needed to use, how the ******** did he expect her to just “land a hit”? The hell did he think she is?! As far as she was concerned, Wither was lucky she even managed a stance, she was so over this. With a sigh of reluctance, she did try to hit him this time while he was a bit more focused on Pez. Honestly, she really either wanted to go home or go work on energy gathering.

Pez gave her boss a grin, and kept at it, twisting to just barely block the fist aimed for her back. She slid back quite a bit, but that didn't stop her, she charged right back trying for a nice left hook, then jumping into another kick for his side.

The elbow landed where it needed to, which caused Deman to relinquish his hold. In response he reared his other hand back, aiming for a solid punch to his opponent’s face. If that wouldn't work, then the other hand trying to close around his throat would. Either way he was trying to hurt rather than practice.

Villon did not want to do anything on “his” turn with the girl in front of him. In fact, he would rather be at home with Lily, head laying on her stomach, talking to their daughter. Instead, he tilted his head and backed up a bit. “No, I don't think I will. Go find someone else to annoy or whatever it is you do. I'm done, you're boring, and this is pointless.” To add insult to injury, Villon moved to sit on the grass willingly. Wither could yell at him all he wanted, pitting him against someone like Strengite was just unfair.

Wither wasn't surprised that the best fighter among them was Pez, but he quickly realized that everyone else was going to need discipline and practice. He was trying to spar with two, while also trying to keep an eye on what was going on around him. He rolled his eyes heavily when he saw his cousin take a seat and decide he was done. It made him wish Taaffe was here because he certainly would be more focused.

He jumped back trying to avoid Pez’s kick and stumbled when his foot caught his coat, but he wasn't able to avoid Polo as he eye and ears caught only to hear Hatter gasping, while Deman seemed to have gotten hands around the kid's neck.

s**t. He moved over to the pair seemingly unphased by the hit Polo landed and grabbing Deman and snatching him back hard away from Hatter, looking thunderous. He punched the boy hard in the gut, anger pouring off of him, in an effort to get Deman to release Hatter.

“What part of not getting carried away, did you not understand,” he shouted. He dropped Deman and moved over to Hatter, sighing deeply at the gasping teen and helping him up, looking him over and turning to glare at his “team”.

“You're all dismissed … I'm very disappointed … let’s get you to a healer Hatter. I can't send you home with those hand shaped bruises blossoming around your neck.” He grabbed Deman, dragging him along, “I’ll deal with you later.”

Everything was fine one second and then the next Deman was actively trying to kill him. Hatter was gasping, clawing and kicking at Deman with little luck. He was sure he was going to pass out shortly if this kept on. He felt himself losing consciousness when he was yanked bodily and then suddenly freed, collapsing as heaving in deep breaths of air. Air had never been more precious than in that moment. He gave his sister a look, trying to let her know he was fine even if he looked nothing of the sort.

He was grateful when Wither helped him to his feet and even more so to hear he wouldnt have to hide strangulation marks from anyone.

Polo did manage to catch the look her brother gave her and it still didn't do ANYTHING to keep her from starting her march over. So this a*****e wanted to try and kill her brother? b***h was lucky Hara wasn't here as well. She barely noticed how she was quickly joined by Pez who was cracking her knuckles and her neck in unison. Play stupid games and you win stupid prizes, sometimes the prizes are not so fun either.

To be honest, all Deman could see was red at that point. He was a very vindictive male and usually he was able to keep it under wraps, this time that wasn't the case. He wanted that vengeance he sought after the first encounter with the kid and subconsciously his mind unhelpfully thought that now would be the best time to act on those thoughts. There was a look of pure malice on his face as his hand started to increase the pressure, head tilting to the side while a bit of his hair fell in front of his view. Yes, this is what he was looking for….Right?

The punch to the gut is what knocked him out of those thoughts really quickly, causing his grip on hatter’s neck to loosen enough to where he was about to get free to breathe again. Deman coughed up just a bit of blood and vile, gritting his teeth while he hunched over. Blood thundered in his ears while Wither talked, muting out most of what he had said to him.

The ******** came over him? Sure he was upset but he hasn't ever gotten to the point of where he damned near killed someone….Has he?

Strengite just scoffed and rolled her eyes when her ‘opponent’ just plopped down on the grass. It wasn’t like she wanted to spar either, so this gave her the perfect excuse. “Fine by me,” With a twist of her wrist she unsummed the daggers and shifted until she was standing comfortably, her arms crossed. Silver eyes took in the scuffles around her, mentally making note of what she was seeing. Silently contemplating which of the ‘youngins’ here she might be able to put up with. Minions really would be nice. A pain in the a**, but might be worth it.

Her contemplation was cut short when one fight took a rather darker turn. Wither stepped in hella fast, once again she noted just how fast her ‘superior’ could go and decided that fighting him really wasn’t worth it, and broke up the fight. He dismissed everyone while dragging the one guy away, even as he talked about getting a healer for the corrupt senshi who had been man-handled.

“Well, wasn't that fun.” The sarcasm thick as she pulled out a disposable phone and checked the time, “Still fairly early for the clubs. Anyone over 21 want to go hunting?” She asked the general group as a whole. It wasn’t late enough that she couldn’t get a bit of energy. At least that way the night wouldn’t be a complete bust.

Wither teleported away with Deman and Hatter in tow, focused on finding a healer senshi to undo any visible damage or in Deman’s case, lessen what Wither might have caused. He wasnt entirely sure who hard he hit the teen, but the other at least did seem fine if not dazed.

Villon took that cue to leave, getting up and dusting himself off and walking away without saying a word to anyone else. He had a wife and a newborn to go fuss over.

Pezz would have been all for going to the club if her boyfriend was not injured at the moment due to some stupid brats anger. “I’ll pass on that….But maybe next time old lady~” With that she grabbed Polonia and started walking home. “No, you're not going.”

Polonia gave pezz a pout, but gladly allowed herself to be dragged, giving Streng a sympathetic look. “Sorry love, but future sister-in-law says I must go.”