Alone in the City (Paddy/Closed)

[Hematite]

The peridot glanced at their panel, “I might be able to re-access the working systems, just a second,” She jotted into her limb extender, “negative, the commands can only be accessed through the overseers terminal. Too many backdoors and I just don’t have the credentials for that. Also, activating security with her off the grid could mean her being targeted and they will us lethal force, unauthorized intruders are often simply shattered out of fear of mutiny or sabotage. If we intend to capture her, we’ll need another plan.” She checked her charge cannon, its energy outputs were fine. “This cannon needs no ammunition, simply time to charge. It’ll be ready to fire before the moment we find her.” She felt underlying sense of leadership from this gem, what exactly were the task and duties of this sapphire.

She almost sounded royal …

Is that why this gem was so intent on capturing this gem, this sapphire … does that mean this gem is some kind of aristocrat or something? Had the peridot been misaddressing this gem? “There’s no need to worry, Madam. I just sent a line to gate operation to see its status, the silo gate to the surface is close, she’s trapped.” She motioned for the doorway and the halls ahead, “If we simply keep the descending the level, we’ll reach the main silo and- …” she went quiet as she thought she had just heard the clamoring of footsteps and looked to hall to see none of than their fusion-criminal dash past the door, her eyes barely shifting to the two as even she looked genuinely spooked.

She continued to run at a tolerable pace and made a quick ditch to the right find another hall lining the outer periphery leading to the lowest floor, she saw an open gate this time as she looked through a glass pane revealing the final level from a bird’s-eye view. After turning a final hall she found herself staring at a large blast-door entry leading to the large silo that seemed to belie the true massiveness of this complex. It was created obviously to mount attacks, most likely several prototypes could have been designed and then unleashed onto the unaware surface gems and humans. She looked up at the deepening dark tunnel that beckoned but saw no moonlight, nothing.



She looked behind her as she had reached the center of the silo. She was more than aware now that the final battle was coming.

[Paddy]

"Tch," Her frustration steamed as it became clear that her desperate plan wouldn't have worked-- what she didn't say was that part of her hoped those lethal measures would help in stymieing her target. Though, without a way to access the panels, it would be impractical to try. Her arms crossed and she nodded her head along to the rest of what the proctor said. She prepared to follow the peridot wherever she would go next, then when Yelle paused, so did Padparadscha. Her eyes wandered to the door, and narrowed when she picked up the sensation that told her that the fusion was getting closer, as well as the footsteps; but where would she appear from?

The fusion zipped passed the door, and the sapphire was so on edge that it was all that was needed to get her to fly into action. In moments the small gem had dashed out of the door, following the faded sense she had for where Hematite was. Though driven mostly by her urgency to catch the fusion and her fuming ire, she had a plan-- if the fugitive could be cornered, then she would try a new, full-throttle tactic that would once and for all subdue her enemy. She trusted that Yelle would follow, but if not, perhaps the two of them would catch up once the sapphire finally destroyed her objective. 


If she hadn't hesitated then, before Hematite had recovered from the damage of her fall, the mission would've ended for good. She cursed herself, why did she have this merciful hint in her nature? Before, she believed it gave her an edge in her endeavors to save gems from their rebel entrapment. But more and more, she saw that mercy did nothing to aid her cause. Gem after gem managed to leave her in the dust. Perhaps this was another part of herself she would have to toss away in order to reach her elusive victory. 

Padpara raced around the corner, trying to push herself to go faster as her sense for where Hematite was fizzled out. She slipped passed the panel, and double took when she saw the gaping blast-doors-- the signature had left off somewhere around here. She channeled some of her focus, infused with rage, to conjure her katar as well as every bit of super-charged plasma that she could muster. The walls bloomed with heat and light as the sapphire charged straight in, barreling right at Hematite like a combustion homing missile. This time, no pressure was going to be let up, no mercy or holding back. 

[Hematite]

The peridot watched as the sapphire rushed after her and had to push herself to start running, the sapphire seemed far more ready to engage the enemy and took off without her. She had to force what small bits of stamina she had to keep up with them however as she reached the final floor she watched as the sapphire became a torch of a fiery raging plasma and charged into the main-silo room, specifically at the fusion. She froze, what should she do? She could rush in as well, but the sapphires ability almost frightened her, she seemed intent on taking out this gem, no or was it more than that.

Hematite knew it was more than that, this gem intended to destroy her, what became that cold ire and intent must have become something of miasmic thick wrath. The sapphire came bolting at her, practically aflame, Hematite narrowed her eyes as her wrist went to slide behind her back and cup her hand awaiting something. One strand of hair taking hold of a torinoko and gifting it into her palm. She waited calmly, as the sapphire was only maybe seven feet away and threw the torinoko down into the space between them. There would have been a loud crack! the sound of fire snapping and the disorientating flashing streaks of igniting match heads dashing across the air as thick smoke cloud filled the room.

Hematite had to move fast, with the length of smoke cloud being short, factors such as air movement could make it worse! So she dashed as quickly as she could to her opponents open lateral, sliding past them only feet away she rush the sapphire from another direction she’d hoped this would start the gem enough to lower her guard as she closed in from behind keeping low and dashing quickly. She would wait visualize moment as she came only feet away her hands would extend in an odd gesture, waiting for a perfect moment when she would summon her yari only a foot away and in mid strike for a sudden confusing attack.


She aimed between the lower chest of the gem; surely a deadly strike, if the blade managed to dig deep enough.

[Paddy]

A jolt hit her as soon as the bomb exploded; how could she forget something so crucial to her opponent's strategy? She'd even had the benefit of being told about it prior, but now she'd let herself get caught right in the middle of it. Padparadscha grit her teeth, and whirled around as she spotted movement from her periphery-- but before she could fully register it, the enemy had already shifted. She knew Hematite could attack from any angle, but the sapphire herself had the advantage of being able to defend all sides. Though, she didn't want to be kept on the defensive, or this battle would be much longer and more difficult than she wanted it to be. 

Using a technique she had learned in the past, she would take this sudden development as an opportunity. As quickly as she could throw her arms up into the air, the sapphire was obscured by a sphere of light, enveloping her. Though it's walls were thin to conserve energy, she hoped to push her opponent to fall back. This would be a three-phase defense; with phase one finished, she began phase two, expanding the material outward. It was like a tiny sun in the middle of the silo, inflating as quickly as she could make it. 

She hoped this would give her some room to think while she planned her next few steps. Then, she was struck with another jolt as she remembered the peridot that she left behind. Was Yelle somewhere in the room? The sapphire's teeth continued to grind as she cursed her haste. Phase three of her defensive maneuver would give her a huge advantage, but if there was a possibility that her associate was in the room, she couldn't initiate that phase yet. Any quick method she had for alerting the Proctor would also alert Hematite. She set her jaw. "Yelle! Take cover!" She called, hoping it would be vague enough to keep Hematite out of the loop, but to also keep Yelle from getting hurt.

The inflating sphere burst like a bubble, splattering dense, super-heated light in all directions. It smacking into the ground, creating pits of bright plasma across the silo floor. 

[Hematite]

The Fusion’s vision would suddenly flicker as a bright light encompassed her sight. Instinctually, she drew back her strike mid-swing only to watch a deadly pool of plasma erupted like a spire before her. Any second longer near this gem would have meant her defeat and her body being evaporated, she realized a sizable bit of her strategy would be require the maximum effort her trained body could endure. The fusion leaned back into a spring that was both elegant and swift. Then she readied as much force as she could into her legs, with a little help from her hair acting as a small spring, she threw herself backwards and into the air a several twenty-feet, flipping dexterously. As her body would begin to fall in line with walls of silo, her crystalline locks burst-outward from its perch at the back of her head revealing its fullness for a moment; only to watch it shift in a spindly set of spider legs that gripped the walls with precision and began to rapidly move her across the room at diagonal.



The Peridot had just realized what was happening, but then watched as the fusion dashed away, the orb about the sapphire seemed to hum and grow louder -the peridot could almost feel the shell growing more and more unstable, it was going to explode! The gem didn’t need a warning she had already dived to the stairs beside her leading back up to the left-wing’s foyer.



Hematite had barely sensed the sudden change in the intense heat and vibration, this was no energy pool she’d ever seen, and with that thought it suddenly exploded outward in a mess of fiery liquid. The fusion had only seconds to react and chose her movements as her hair curled inward and launched her even higher into the air above the sapphire, she twirled some with some final aid from her draping mane, her locks quickly shifting to recede into a bun again as she dodged a few nefarious blast. Now cascading abode the sapphire, the yari would align in her hand with some patience, bracing over her shoulder as she waited for her air-tumbling to align, then she threw the spear like a Javelin down at the sapphire with deadly precision.

[Paddy]

As soon as her bubble burst, Padparadscha swiveled, searching for her enemy in the clearing smoke, then her eyes snapped up to see a spear hurdling toward her. Her eyes widened and she dove forward, tumbling out of the way as the yari slammed through the air where she would've been only half-seconds ago. If she had lingered for a moment longer, she would've been done for. But, her adrenaline fueled rage kept her legs springy as she popped back up to her feet and glanced up to spot her enemy. 

Now, she took inventory for the pits of plasma that dotted the floor with her extra sense, and trained her eye onto Hematite with laser focus. She hadn't seen how the fusion had gotten up into the air, but she assumed that her ability to glide had something to do with it. That would be difficult to contend with-- but how long would the fusion be able to maintain her high-ground? She needed a way to bring her down, but for the moment, the fugitive was too far out of her range for her ability to be useful, and her arms were too weak to throw her katar with any sort of validity. She needed a way to distract Hematite, and bring her closer to the ground.

Again she remembered the peridot, and her ability to stun. It was likely that Hematite would deflect it again, meaning she would have to lose time and maneuvers being on the defensive. Already Padpara knew how she would gain the high ground, but she needed her opponent to concentrate elsewhere. The sapphire bolted into a sprint for the other side of the room, picking up some of her plasma to use in her next move. Meanwhile, she called to Yelle,"Fire your cannon!" 

[Hematite]

((Very OOC but I just read that imagining it in a Russian accent ascent, it was surprisingly pleasant.))

Hematite couldn’t help but admit, that sapphire is something rare, this sapphire showed she had the soul of a warrior deeply imbedded into her somewhere. But she fought with uncontrolled emotions, which was straining enough on the mind. She wouldn’t be surprised if the plasma reacted in the same way. It was strange but whenever this gems emotions peeked to this … plateau, everything simply went up in flames. Hematite had always felt ki represented a form of emotional energy, and as such, diminished when expressed in great amounts—why intense fear, happiness, sadness and anger could leave one tired.

Again, reminded of this samurai, Miyamoto who spoke of one’s intense need to train oneself in controlling their emotions, but also to understand that emotions were the key to tapping into the power we deliver to our opponent, it was all about content and control.

She wondered if the sapphire was capable of preforming these feats for a prolonged periods of time, could she possibly burnout? Like a candlewick? Before she had to time to consider this perspective’s viability, she heard sounds oscillating through the room, a shout for someone to fire their cannon? Her attention flicked to the peridot, who-from where she sensed, was hiding behind the stairwell; her aura painted with certain terror, she was fearing for her life. But the Sapphire’s voice sparked a shift to confusion and Hematite gleefully added, “I’ll end you, peridot, much faster than your friend here.”


Hematite would gracefully land on a wall and her bundle of hair would spew out into small strands to grip the surface by several lighting systems. From where she was she hanging across the room above the sapphire, she could sense their energy carefully. Her yari would suddenly release its form where it stood and then appear within the fusions’ hand again. “Surrender you little fool, your arrogance is fixing nothing. Activate the silo, and be on your way.” She demanded. “Don’t make me hurt you, or what’s left your pride at least*

The peridot hadn’t move don command, she was obviously frightened, shivering, crumpled upon nervously before looking out to see the two, she had to find the courage to engage this enemy.

[Paddy]

(I could easily see her with a russian accent tbh)



Her fingers dug into her palms as her jaw set. She had hoped at the very least that the declaration would have tripped the fusion up, but it seemed such tactics wouldn't take hold. The peridot hadn't emerged, and now her enemy had secured her position. She could empathize with the proctor's fear; not long ago she had been assigned her field position, and fear had often consumed her in her journeys on the surface of this hostile alien world. Padpara didn't take Yelle's fear lightly, and but she didn't want to rely entirely on a more desperate tactic. 

She didn't break stride, she kept sprinting, and gathered up the remainder of her plasma to attempt her risky maneuver anyway.
As she threw her plasma into the wall, it struck her that there had been many things she hadn't considered. The bomb, Hematite's advantages in a tall space like this, and her comrade's regrettable cowardice. Still she had to remind herself that she had been in that sort of situation before; afraid and unable to move into action. What was truly regrettable was how much she'd let slip through her fingers in this fight, how fuddled she'd let her thinking get.

But perhaps the tables could still be turned, if this maneuver landed. Already she had used much of her energy today, she couldn't fight for much longer. She would be relying on a lot of luck, and a lot on a gem she knew may not be able to come through for her. "We need just one shot Yelle!" Her voice resonated up the wide silo chamber as she zipped up along her range, her plasma pulling her up. She tossed out another ribbon of light to catch the wall and pull her up-- she continued, going straight towards her enemy.

[Hematite]

Hematite narrowed her eyes on the Padparascha as she had already quite aptly dodged one her thrown spear techniques. ye there was truly a warrior's spirit in her, but she felt the gem hadn't truly tapped into need that driving energy or training for that matter. Surprisingly, she almost hadn’t noticed that the sapphire was utilizing plasma she had already summoned. Why wasn’t she not making more, this troubled the fusion. If this was technology, how was it so honed to her emotions? Whatever was bringing this power to life seemed to be an extension of herself, the moment she took hold of them again hat is. Interesting. But for now she had to focus as the gem was dashing toward her, using her plasma as cables, a strange thing to do in her own eyes but- then, again, she calls for the peridot.

Her face grew fierce with anger, “I warned you, you should have kept her out of this.” The fusion declared as her mind settled on something.

The peridot felt her stomach churning, she struggled to center her mind but intense anxiety caused her to go numb. She had to move, she had to, but her body felt like it had shuttered to stop. She felt her teeth grind some as she tried to stifle the feeling when she briefly heard the booming voice of the sapphire calling her again. She swallowed air, took several hoarse breaths and jumped her cover, charging into the room, she aimed her cannon at the fusion, and let lose a bolt.

Hematite, hadn’t moved, but some of her hair did suddenly change position in appearance, becoming wider. The peridot fired her shot, and in what seemed like seconds in time, the fusion would anticipate it and her hair would spring to deflect the shot-but not just idly, they took a careful aimed route, and threw it straight at the sapphire!

[Paddy]

She continued to scale the silo, her sneer deepening as Hematite spoke. The sapphire's focus unraveled like a twine
with each word. This shouldn't have been happening, she should have just succeeded from the very onset. Instead, failure haunted this endeavor, and the sapphire found that she was more angry with herself than anyone else in the room. No, it hadn't just been this endeavor-- many of her endeavors on Earth had ended in smears on her pride and her record. Her lack of understanding of the rebels was a factor she couldn't ignore; could she have connected with them, in another time or place, and brought them to the right side of things if she understood them better? If she had known better, could she had said something that would save them their fate?

After all, Homeworld wasn't tolerant of treason. Surely these gems would be shattered if they continued down this misguided path. But perhaps this line of thinking had been the problem in the first place. Could rebels be saved? More and more, it seemed to be a resounding no. Perhaps her efforts should've gone completely into more straightforward methods of dealing with defectors. Still, she couldn't help but to think it would be her fault when they did end up on the wrong end of something like the Harvester. 

The fusion hung above, illuminated by the fixtures she'd perched upon, but the stringent light from Padpara's ropes flooded upward as she got closer to her enemy. Then, her eyes darted to the periphery to see a ball of energy zipping toward her, and she didn't have time to think before her defensive reaction flew up. The energy dispersed along the surface of the super-charged ions that made up the dense light of Padparadscha's plasma, and she went numb as the photon-neutralizing stun energy was ultimately conducted straight through her nerves.

Though her body was shocked, the glow of the plasma vamped up. Normally a lack of focus would lead to the decomposition of her manifestations, but now it seemed to be held together for these final moments, the form charged with the outside source of energy. It held her to the wall as she contended with being barely able to move, clenching her teeth a she refocused, and pushing the limits of her thin musculature to keep moving-- but her feet hardly scooted along the metal silo wall. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get any nearer, she squared up, and eyed Hematite, and used what had been her shield to form a razor thin disk that zipped up, aiming for one of the light fixtures that the fusion used to hold herself up.  

[Hematite]

The peridot gasped as the projectile was skillfully redirected at the sapphire, but what happened next surprised her more than it did worry her, it was if the plasma itself had charged to an awesome glow though Padpara seemed incapable of moving like she normally could. She could tell part of the shock was rolling through the sapphire, what properties gave the fusion the ability to resist elemental forces like that—or was there a limit? Is that why she was trying so hard to avoid the sapphire. She came to a conclusion, this gems’ weakness wasn’t her inability to handle the powerful elements thrown at her, but instead her environment, the large room that made up the silo gave the fusion an advantage because her maneuverability was so fluid and versatile she could utilize all of it to her own gain.

And Hematite had already knew this, she watched a bit surprised that the projectile did very little to the sapphire and seemed to instead empower her already deadly ability. But the sudden lack in movement seemed to communicate she couldn’t press her charge on the sapphire and that she was hopelessly stuck at this point. She wondered if the gem had truly been paying attention to her tactics. Or was the rage she was engulfed in keeping her from realizing she was being played?

The fusions’ hair would blend together as she anticipated the sapphire’s sudden and direct glare her, a sign she was planning something, she would lob a charged diskette of plasmatic energy directly at fusion who used her amalgamated her to curl in a explode with great force into the air again, the silo room was massive enough that if she needed to, she could continue to ascend it much to the sapphire’s annoyance most likely, but even more so, she had a place to go which was a good thing against an opponent whose best strategy was to lock her down. The plasma disk would collide with the lamp but the discharge would set off a sudden spark or lose energy in the conduits of the lights, a bright flash as it exploded with a powerful electrical discharge that lit up the room.

As Hematite was falling back, she allowed her tumble to stabilize before whirling around and throwing her spear again at the sapphire, this time from an elevated angle. But instead of landing on a wall, the fusion would land on the floor below; her hair condensing back to its bun-form, right in front of …

The peridot jumped with shock, the sudden explosion and flash enough to draw her eyes away and as she just brought them up to catch a glance of her opponent when the fusion suddenly landed in front of her, those slitted eyes growing fiercer by the second. The proctor had instinctively lifted her cannon and mashed the firing mechanism, but the weapon delayed and suddenly steamed out, it seemed it required time to charge before firing again. And that was when the fusions’ shadow suddenly loomed over her, the cannon was smacked aside, there was a sudden jab as the peridot felt the full force of the fusions’ fist collide with her face, staggering her back, but as she spun with the blow, something reached out and snatched her arm, twisting it uncomfortably at her back while her other arm was taken by the wrist and curled against her chest.


To seal her head-lock, the fusion barely kicked the acperidot’s knees maker her buckle and her weight fall on the fusion preventing the peridot from using her weight to escape. The peridot was trying to fight her way out of the sudden headlock and arm-bar, but the fusion was too strong and her body couldn’t pull itself together enough to escape. She cried out in pain, as the peridot twisted her wrist and rotated them together to face the sapphire.

[Paddy]

As the plasma smacked into the fixture, diffusing free electrons through the air in a spectacular shower of light, Padparadscha did what she could to keep herself together while following Hematite's movements with her eyes. Electromagnetic interference was something she had to put up with every time she used her ability, it was a function she had sub-conscious control over. But, as panic surged through her frozen musculature, she found it more and more difficult to fight with plasma's virulent nature.

The disk was the first to diffuse, losing its form all together into the air and electrical grid before she could redirect it to chase after her foe. Momentarily, the light spewing from the rest of the fixtures became almost blindingly white. She tried to refocus as the fusion flew into action, and pushed herself to turn to keep the enemy in sight. But she had hardly been able to crane her neck around before she realized the yari cut through the air straight toward her. It was panic, rather than a conscious choice, that lead to the safety line she had been using to lose its grip, fuming into a more noxious, gaseous state. Her body jolted as the spear whacked into the wall just above her, though now she was in free-fall from about twenty-five feet up.

She had no idea what would happen to her if she hit the ground from this height; she would soon find out if she wouldn't be able to save herself in the next half-seconds that followed, but her focus had already unfurled into so many directions that it became a very conscious effort to conduct her energy in an effective manner. On impulse, her hands flew up to protect the core on her neck. Before she knew it, the small gem spilled into the ground, bounced with the momentum and slid across the floor,"Hng," She writhed, trying to recover quickly despite dizziness and sharp pain exploding over her form. Her teeth clenched; she was well aware that she had been falling apart in more ways than one here, and now that her last ditch effort to gain supremacy of the situation had failed, the hopeless pessimism occluded her possibilities for success. 

She tried to shake off the ache that stabbed every movement as she looked around to find her enemy. Then, her mouth fell open when her eyes caught the hostage situation that had quickly unfolded in front of her. This must have been a bluff; surely the fusion wouldn't dispose of her only method of getting out of this place? But, then it struck the sapphire that the proctor wasn't Hematite's only way. Now that they had access to the center, she could glide her way out eventually, just as Padpara herself could have probably spent a few days scaling the silo for freedom. The peridot was very convenient, but not entirely crucial-- logically, Padpara could've let the fusion do as she would, bluff or not, to the peridot, perhaps even using her position to pin them both down in a final attack. But, she couldn't bring herself to do it, despite her wish to do away with her merciful tendencies.

She'd allowed herself to come into this completely unprepared, and she made the realization that it was naive of her to think she could just scoop up this millennia-old warrior who had been eluding capture for centuries upon centuries before Padparadscha 8QE was even manifested. The peridot had been right from the beginning-- this was something she needed a task-force to help her with, and not only that, but she would have to choose her arena more carefully next time. If there was a next time that was. Still, she wondered if the merciful nature Hematite herself had professed to not long ago would show itself. 

Her last hope would be a response from Headquarters. Once the power was activated, perhaps she would be able to stall long enough for someone to arrive."A hostage? She's just following orders," the sapphire uttered in a low, wavering tone, still trying to push herself off of the ground,"Does this maintain who Hematite is? I suppose you do as you must, just as we are bid to do as gems, no?" She grimaced as she brought herself into a crouch, though every part of her body protested the movement, and held her stuck for a moment,"We are our purpose," The final words seemingly weren't directed at any one gem in the room as she muttered.

[Hematite]

She had turned to watch the sapphire collapse just in time, it seemed the shock from whatever the peridot had fired at her seemed to be going to work on her body. Amazingly, the fusion looked like she had barely spent any energy, which would be a lie if she were to admit. To be honest this had taken much more stamina than she had originally intended, and was reaching the end of her reserves. But she maintained her battle persona and gave a glare to the sapphire as she managed to pull herself to her legs.



The sapphire’s words didn’t shake the fusion in the slightest, though she was honestly happy the gem remembered her words, it wasn’t like she didn’t listen, she just had off way of thinking that the fusion couldn’t agree with.



“Oh really?” she asked aloud, as it seemed the sapphire had misunderstood the fusion and her intent. “You are whatever purpose you see fit for yourself, if my actions seem wrong to you, then so be it. I won’t strive to change you. But you will respect me, sapphire.” She tightened her grip on the peridot’s wrist who groaned through gritted teeth, it felt like the joints were about tear from their seams, the pain was excruciating and it was quite visibly so.



“So I’ll will put this simply, activate the silo and retreat with your honor and your life, and we can let this go.” Her voice was astute and careful, “Or,” her eyes narrowed on the sapphire’s own with an intense lack of mercy. “The pain this peridot is about to experience will lay on your hand.”

[Paddy]

Her eyes were locked onto Hematite's expression as she spoke. Getting her to speak more would be all she needed for a more rounded analyzation of whether or not the fusion was bluffing. But, it became apparent that this warrior was completely prepared to do whatever she needed in order to make a hasty escape. The sapphire's eyes floated to the peridot's, and she gave a single, curt nod from where she crouched, giving peridot sanction to do as Hematite ordered. She wondered if the proctor might have activated the power anyway, the technician's will had probably been drained completely over the course of the past few hours. 

There was no way she could refuse as she sat, still trying to recover. Perhaps if she hadn't just sealed her own demise, things could have been different. Now her body tingled with a sharp, prickling sensation as the stun faded, but the fall had done a number on her frail body, and now she could fully feel the burn of pain arching through her. She grimaced, then closed her eyes, trying to recenter her focus. But, her mind kept flipping through every moment she knew she went wrong. 

"You are battle," She remarked,"Anyone in this room could see that," What business does a sapphire who is investigation have, trying to capture such a gem on her own? She was as much musing aloud as she was contending with her opponents words. Her eyes opened back up, slowly as she churned over every word and action she'd seen. This could likely be one of the last chances she would have to try to understand the thought process of her enemy, a crucial portion of success that she knew she sorely lacked. "Anything you do is an extension of that purpose, including this," That's when it fully struck her, an idea that she had been stewing over for some time about the cause of rebellion seemed to come together like a more effective puzzle. Every rebel she had met, in one way or another, had still been carrying out the purpose they had been crafted for, but aimed in the reverse direction. Was denial the factor that drove them to treason? "You fight, even if it means fighting your own nature?" 

[Hematite]

Something set the fusion off in a way that hadn’t before this, the sapphire had some truth to her words. She was indeed a creature designed to battle, designed to kill. She like many other combat gems were destroyers a sadness that had consumed her years ago. But, unlike the sapphire, she experienced through existing with humanity that one’s purpose, their designation, was often subject to the perception of other’s who truly see them and know them for who they are. She’s cared for children, protected life. She dare place such a judgment on her, proclaiming who she was? This selfish …

The fusions’ fury suddenly peaked, an animalistic side of her coming out as her face became even more fierce and full of venomous purpose, “Be silent sapphire, your words are wasted here. You cannot imagine the life I lived through, that has me still.” Her voice was something now like a ireful and low hiss, “So I take it you’ve never really looked at yourself, you sit here spouting purpose and yet, the spirit of a warrior burns within you and you can’t even tell because you’re blinded by duty and roles.”

“True, I fight, I fight my own nature at times too,” her grip started to tighten on peridots wrist who seemed crumple some as her arm went numb. “But how can you call yourself anything when you don’t even look within yourself?”

“Fool!” She started wringing the wrist of the peridot who actually made it quite audible how much it hurt, her joints were of fire and burning sensation running straight to her spine to disperse as her nerves went into shambles. She wanted to plead, but she immediately had almost gone into shock, “Activate the silo, now. Or she’ll live knowing what great pain truly is. Her scars will be on you!”