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Katlina stood yet silently beside her light blue tent, watching the goings on. Was that a smirk the winged man had just sent their way? She almost smiled at the attitude. She was glad he had spirit. It would help him through the painful times ahead.

As the captain emerged from his tent, walking throug the center of camp, eyes trained on the newcomers, Katlina nearly felt herself shrink away from him, though he had not seen her. She was tempted to go inside her tent, though that would do no good. So, she remained where she was, even when the captain's words carried to her, her stomach turning as his oily voice spoke her name. She took a deep breath.

She hated being 'fetched'. It was infinitely better to take matters into her own hands. With that in mind she squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and began stalking towards the group, stormy eyes brewing.

She didn't look back at Roeme as she did not want to call attention to him. Better to let him get away while he was unnoticed.

Taking this opportunity, Naoru bit down on the man's finger before pushing off the ground and into a back flip giving him enough room to slip through the guards grasp and land in a small clearing from the surrounding men backing up, in a crouching position. Standing from the crouching position, he brushed himself off with a little staggering before the collar sent a jolt of electricity through his body causing him to fall to his knees while releasing a pain filled screech. His body stood limp in it's position like a statue as he tried to control his breathing and work through the jolts after affects but with little effect.

Roeme slipping off into the background he had a few last minute preparations to tend to. Hearing a squire break rank and speak up, "On top of the many wounded and dozen dead..we found this at a the scene." Holding up a long thick locket of dark brown hair, the Captain's face immediately went bloodshot as he scanned the crowds for his summoned.

A few guards having already surrounded Naoru they didn't lay hands on him rather they expected the collar to do all of the work.

Katlina neared the Captain and his soldiers who still held the now bloodied Naoru. Her steps faltered a bit as her eyes noted one of the soldiers give the captain a lock of hair. Her hair... Swallowing the fear that coiled now in her belly she continued forward, chin high and stormy grey eyes defiant. She didn't look at the hair again... maybe he wouldn't guess it belonged to her. Even as she thought this though, her mind worked quickly, trying to come up with a plausible story to excuse her presence outside the camp.

Lips pursed, her booted feet came to a stop in front of the Captain, a soldier reaching out to clamp a hand around her arm in a show of superiority, pretending he had fetched her. Whatever the bastard wants... She didn't care, though her arm belied this as it tensed under the touch. She hated all of them. This near the Captain, as usual, fear caused her to be unable to use her power against the man, her throat nearly closing up. As he turned to face her, a wave of his power washing over her, she was sent nearly to her feet, but locked them in time to stay standing, eyes glaring. She had never made a show of sucking up to this man, and wasn't about to start now.

"What do you want?" She spat out, through her tight throat, the words low. Her gaze moved to Naoru, though she was careful to keep any recognition from sparking in her eyes. She hoped he was okay. Obviously the collar was doing it's work.

The Captain grabbing the lock of hair from his squire, he brushed it up against his nose taking a mighty whiff. Shuddering in his sick demented way he knew from first intake whom the lock belonged too.

Grabbing Katlina by her hair as soon as she got within arms reach, he did this too stop from striking her. Dragging her by her roots, rage filled his eyes as his surrounding company had never seen him so furious. Tossing her in front of a large stage with 3 erect wooden beams spread about it. Motioning for Naoru to join her at the stakes leaned down to a now heavily muddied Katlina, "Did you have any parts into nights happenings.... tell me now or so help me!!"

A gasp was yanked from her lips, despite her struggle to keep it in. She hated showing weakness before the brutal Captain. Dragged through the mud, rain having begun to fall, she was deposited upon a circular stage, beams rising up from it on all sides. After her initial gasp, she had pursed her lips and endured the pain of being pulled by her hair until shoved to the ground to glare upwards at the raging Captain. She had never seen him this uncontrolled. But, she knew that his quiet rage was more to be feared than the kind which he allowed to show.

At his question, her face hardened, and she did not look to Naoru. Forcing the words through her throat she ground out, "What.... don't you trust me?" It was ironic. He needed her, or he had... unless he'd found some other way to so easily further his side in the war. And it wasn't just her powers her needed. For some reason, she'd become a pet of his. This thought repulsed her, and she'd nearly gagged at the way he'd smelled her hair. What would he do if he found she'd been a part of blowing up the bridge? Part of her wanted to tell him the truth, to show him her true defiance, and while fear at the idea coiled in her belly her eyes shown with the exhilaration of having gone against his wishes. It wouldn't do to speak of this, however and she firmed her jaw, shaking her head up at the man.

"I was there, getting a blessed breath of fresh air from your putrid camp." She had to admit her presence outside the camp, for of course he already knew this, having found a piece of her hair. The rest, he wouldn't know... "I saw what happened, the way your men screamed like babies as a rogue destroyed their trucks, the cowards falling like flies. You are lucky any are alive. I watched all this... but I did not take part..." She finished her tale, eyes daring the captain to disbelieve her. A shuddering breath left her lips as she awaited his reaction. She didn't care anymore if he hurt her - she would be defiant to the last.

Naoru let a chuckle slip through his bloodied lips. "Pathetic. A commander that can't even keep his troops in line. Your not fit to run this camp. Soon your downfall will transpire and you will beg the ones you mistreated for forgiveness in hell," he stated with as much timidness he could muster as he looked up at the captain, stands of his hair falling away from his right eye revealing a red eye with an intricate design about it. As the energy from his eyes released enough yoki to send a wave of energy into the air before his collar gave him another jolt sending him back to his knees as he desperately gasped for a breath of air.

Feeling the spike of energy, it was an energy signature he knew only to well. Taking that as his cue, Kyrza trampled from his hiding place not far from the camp gates and rammed into the gate causing the ground to shake while leaving the iron gates dented and damaged. After ramming the gate and causing what seemed to be an earthquake, he started to hammer at the gates with his fists in an attempt to break through while causing what seemed like after shocks of an earthquake.

Battalions of soldiers scurrying about the camp yard, each had a position to man hurried to it. The roaring of tank engines and warning sirens feeling the air, this was more than enough of a distraction for Roeme. Taking to the stage he quickly gathered Katlina. They had been through too much for him to leave her to defend for herself.

Collecting her, "Forgive me for not stepping in sooner." Turning a sharp corner, he set her down. "Go gather Isaac and lay low for a while...I think he will be of use to our cause. " "Much blood will be spilled here tonight, I know how you feel about taking a life. And Isaac is only a boy. Lay low tonight and I promise to find you.."

Hearing one last massive banging at the gate doors, they fell inward like the toppled trees they were. Kyrza and Roeme laying eyes on Naoru being drug with my struggle, they both went into rage...

Katlina, mud caked to her face and legs alike, was scooped up by Roeme, as the Captain's attention turned elseware, thankfully before he had the chance to demand her aid. Saying nothing, Katlinavs stormy eyes bespoke her deep thanks to the man, her lips curving upward in a momentary smile before the man vanished with his whispered request lingering.

Lay low? how could she let her friend fight and die without her? No, she may not like killing, nor spilling blood, but she could still help. But Isaac did need checking on, and the center of camp was no longer a safe place. Slipping into the tent she ran a brief hand over his forehead before gathering him up, awkwardly carrying him in her arms. He was heavy for her and she knew she couldn't carry him far, but she wouldn't leave the kid to be trampled here, or worse.

Hope he wakes soon.. she thought, setting him down with relief, near the back of the large building in which the soldiers usually ate. Staring for a long moment at the boy, as if expecting him to wake any moment, she sighed. It was a sick twist of fate that had brought him here, a mere kid, but so many others had been hurt by this war too that it was sadly no longer strange.

Rising, she slipped both of her knives from their holsters, and went in search of the captain. Maybe she couldn't use her powers against the man, but he was surely still vulnerable to knives. Maybe in this chaos she could finally get close enough.... and end his reign.

Being left alone with his thoughts, even the loud gears and motors of amped machinery seemed to dull. Kyrza size obviously startling the masses. Tanks and turret mounted jeeps closed around him. Not seeing the Captain in his immediate sights, he wasn't his top priority. Securing as many innocents as possible and overthrowing this base was his foremost objective at the moment.

Taking a widened stance, Roemello let out a battle a piercing vicious battle cry. Hunkered over, arms at his side, Roeme slowly rose them clenching his fists. All that was heard was a *Shnikt*, before a set of three, 12 inch a piece, bone claws brandished themselves through his knuckles. His rejuvenation ability quickly halting blood loss and sealing the superficial exit wounds, Roeme still clenched a little harder. An organic steel secreting from pores, it began to infuse with his bone claws.

Bending at the knees, Roemello took a hard leap thrusting himself to Naoru position.

Katlina moved through the dawn light purposefully. Her aching tiredness seemed to fall from her as she focused on her goal, the captain. As she moved she tried to wipe some of the mud and grime from her face, the rain still drizzling down in a soft blanket. Her hair and clothing were now wet as well, but she paid it no heed. There wasn't time to worry about such things.

As she searched, she whispered warnings to the people she knew hated the captain nearly as much as she, alerting them to the fight which had begun. The war brought to the captain. Somehow, this seemed to spur people into forgetting some of their fear, and she saw several captives decide to help the cause and fight, disappearing towards the main fray.

She, on the other hand, moved away from the main fray, knowing the Captain would have done so. He was not so stupid to head to his tent though, no, he would have found some corner of the camp to hide out in. She continued to search.

Tucking in for his landing, he continued forward in roll. Coming to his feet he rushed forward, swinging a single clawed arm forward Roeme severed several polearms holding Naoru at a distance by the neck. Retracting his claws he grabbed the weakened man. Shouldering most of his weight it did little to slow Roeme down if at all.

Kyrza having drawn the most attention while wreaking havoc, Roeme used the rubble of his bout as cover. Rounding around the battlefield in a dark blur, the pair ended up behind an overturned tank unit. Setting the man down, he popped the claws on a single hand, sliding them up to Naoru's throat they gently glided under his collar. Giving a quick tug, he severed the collar, "Are you alright?"

Naoru chuckled spitting blood at the captain's feet. "Your reign ends here. Remorse for the lives you took and pray your soul will be saved. Though I doubt anything could save you at this point," he stayed with joy gleaming in his visibly normal eye.

It was in the southwestern corner of camp that Katlina found the captain, who had fled the scene once the large brute had begun smashing through the wall, leaving Naoru's fate to several of his guards. Now, seeing him with three guards surrounding, as he moved into a nondescript tent they used for interrogations - most likely to hide, Katlina narrowed her stormy eyes, anger sparking through her. He didn't even have the guts to face the fighting he was responsible for.

Now, as she crouched and swiftly ran closer to close the distance between herself and the tent, she considered her next move. Stopping just outside the tent, she tightened her grip on her knives, her knuckles whitening slightly. She knew that once she moved into the tent, she'd have a second of surprise on her side. She'd need to make those moments count.

Time was running out. Jaw firming, eyes hardening Katlina moved. There was no second guessing. Her body responded lithely as she ran through the tent flap, eyes finding the first guard right near the entrance. She slipped her knive up under his rib cage, and back out with a sickening sound beforr the man knew what had killed him. He slumped down with a small cry of pain and surprise.

Katlina had already moved on, whirling gracefully toward the right wall where the next guard was. But that was as far as her surprise got her. This guard jerked a heavily leathered arm up, deflecting her aim at the last moment, then pulled a wicked looking blade of his own out.

Katlina jumped back a foot, flicking her gaze to the last guard to make sure she didn't become cornered. The closest guard came at her quickly, seeming to expect an easy target. Happy to disappoint him, Katlina dove under his blow, her knife slicing a cut on his leg as she moved by. Then she felt a heavy fist connect with her back, slamming her down to the earth, breath leaving her.

Katlina's scent distancing itself from Roeme range, until she was out of range it was as if he was walking by her side. Her scent coming to a screeching halt her, Roeme smelled her pores open in readiness to perspire. (Was she engaged in battle elsewhere around the campus?!) Looking down at Naoru, the collar had been odd of him long enough that his minor wounds were healing. Seeing the man was still slightly delirious, having gotten him this break in battle was all he could muster at the moment. Looking up and sniffing in the direction in which her scent came the strongest, "I leave this area to you and your brute, I must tend to matters elsewhere..."

Sheathing the single hand of extracted claws used to sever the man collar, Roeme turned keeping a low crouch, peaking around the overturned tank they now used as refuge, he quickly reeled back in his head as artillery round pelleted it sides. Giving one last nod and look ar the man, Roemello sprinted off af high speeds drawing fire....

Katlina had no time for lying dazed, back throbbing from the blow. Instead, she lept back to her feet, rolling forward in the same movement, barely dodging the second blow and feeling the wispered breath of wind near her head. As she did so she heard a snarling voice amd recognized it as the Captain's, coming from the back of the tent.

"Keep her alive you idiots. I won't have her killed, not yet." Katlina flicked her gaze to him. He wouldn't be afforded the same treatment if she could only get close. But first the gaurds...

Down came the knife from the one who'd attacked her, her arm shot up to catch the blade on her larger saxe knife, feeling the shock of the blow down her arm. Her hair whipped about her as she tried to spin immediately to her left, smaller knife flashing out to dig deeply into the gap between the leather armor pieces that the guard wore. Blood ran down her arm as she pulled the knife away, turning to focus on the second guard who was nearly upon her, his own short sword brandished.

Hoping the other guard was dead or at least incapacitated. Katlina doged this swing, bounced a bit back before diving forward, always moving, and coming up on the guards other flank, her knife flashing. It glanced off armor, however and she cursed. Then the hilt of the short sword flashed in her side vision. Gads he's fast.. was her thought as it connected with her temple. Lights danced before her eyes amd she grunted with pain, feeling blood run down the side of her temple. Swaying she went to her knees, fighting desperately to stay conscious. Already her chances at the captain were slim, and she feared she'd botched her only opportunity.

The ever familiar smell of blood filling his nostrils Roeme did double time too Katlina. (Come on....come on.) Every step building up his electrical reserves the still had amassed enough energy to unleash his full mutation. Gain an immediate speed boost as he silently cursed himself, he snickered at the irony as he now was a blur to all without some form of enhanced perception.

Coming up on the situation up on the situation at hand Roeme didn't slow his pace a step as he plunged into the fray.

The pair of guards on either side of Katlina raised their weapons in an effort he believed slay the woman...he wasn't having, speeding through the pair Roeme cupped Katlina and removed her from there gaze in the blink of an eye.

A moderate distance from the pair they were still on the battlefield just out of immediate danger. Setting her down, Roeme clasped to.one knee. Using this high speed technique put a heavy strain on his body. Looking at her."....... What were you thinking?"

Vision slightly fuzzy still, Katlina blinked up at Roeme, trying to shake the dazed expression from her face. How had she gotten here? Where was the Captain? She pushed to her feet, stumbling slightly and putting a hand on the man's shoulder to steady herself. Wiping the blood from her face, her sleeves now stained with it she pressed her lips together, gazing around as if searching for the tent she'd been in.

"I need to kill the captain. Now is my best chance while he only has a few guards. I already killed one... why did you take me away?" She felt her hopes slipping and her gaze was perhaps more accusing than she would have otherwise shown. Frustration welled within her and nearly growled, turning to try and race back in the direction they'd come from. What else could she do? She felt her patience with being the captain's pet running out.

Katlina storming past him, Roeme couldn't do much but follow behind. Rounding a corner retracing their steps, Roemello heard past Katlina what sounded like the revving up of machinery. A lone gray tent ahead of them, this could be the only place they might have retreated too.

Feeling a immediate spike in temperature around the tent, Roeme instinctively put himself in between Katlina and the unidentified tent. Focusing his amassed reserves, he felt his power 3/5ths of the way returned. Enough to covert his carbon based flesh into an Organic Steel. Just in time as an explosion burst outward from fortified tent.

Looking over his shoulder, as the shockwave and back draft died down. Roemello saw 3 entities. Two obviously metapowered enhanced beings, and the Captain in a bulky mech suit...