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The Rebirth of Veronica (Phase One)

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He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.

Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.

He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.

She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.

They would all die.

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He slowed down again, stalking towards her a little more slowly, his head tilting like a curious golden retriever. A nine foot mutant golden retriever with a thirst for blood.

He ended up stopping just shy of where she stood, panting heavily and simply watching her.

That, on the other hand, might be good. Was she getting through to him? Nanoha continued talking in a calm, low voice - even as four orbs of magenta light sparked into being a ways down the street behind Steve, gently drifting in his direction. Even if she was getting through to him, Nanoha was a pragmatist above all else - it was unlikely that she'd be able to take him in without knocking him out first.

"If... if you can hear me, Steve, can you give me some sort of sign? Miku's terrified right now. She wants you to go back to how you were before."

He growled again, low in the back of his throat, and broke away from the staredown. He paced in a small circle, wrapping one misshapen hand around his arm as though in pain.

Looking up at Nanoha again, he snarled briefly and took a step away.

"Steve..." Nanoha said quietly, even as she raised Raising Heart (not pointed directly at him) with her free hand. "I'm sorry for this, okay?"

"But it's for your own good, and everyone else's, too, if I don't let you get any further than this. It'll hurt a bit, but then it'll be okay. I promise."

The Tyrant was still... until he suddenly roared and sprang at Nanoha to attack her, faster than seemed possible for something of that size. He flung his arm out to thrash at her, sending her flying across the way.

In the same instant that Steve lept at her, Nanoha commanded the orbs of energy to fly in at him - where they'd detonate on impact. After all, her shield was still up, it'd hold her --

-- his arm smashed through the shield, and her eyes went wide before his arm hit her, sending her flying through the air to crash against the side of a building on the other side of the street. Painfully.

The impact knocked the wind out of her lungs, and when she opened her eyes all she saw were stars... but she was still trying to scramble to her feet despite the pain.

The Tyrant was on top of her in a second, roaring furiously and raising his fist to pound her flat into the pavement, if she didn't do something to stop it.

Her vision was blurry - had she hit her head? - but she couldn't miss the monster all but on top of her. No time to cast one of her big spells, no time for a shield, even... but she did have time to point her finger at his chest.

"Crossfire... Shoot!"

The pink beam lanced from her finger up at the Tyrant, a relatively small but fast shot that still packed enough punch to blow a mage out of the sky. And at this range, how could she miss?

The hit was hard and solid, and it knocked the Tyrant back far enough for some breathing room. It seemed to stun him momentarily as well, as he stumbled back up on two feet, looking a bit disoriented.

Well, if a massive monster could really look like it knew what was going on to begin with.

Nanoha took the opportunity to fly up into the air, gliding down the street to try and put some distance between the two of them. Every last bit of her body ached, but she tried to put it out of her mind. There were more pressing things to focus on right now.

Perhaps, like the monster chasing after her at top speed. He roared in fury, sprang off to the side, rebounding off the nearest wall and flying at her. He snatched her out of midair and smashed her to the ground in front of him with one clawed hand.

Maybe this had been a bad idea after all, Nanoha couldn't help but think as she felt the monster's claws seize her. And then she hit the ground, her arm bending beneath her - and she felt something give in an agonizing snap. Nanoha was pretty sure she'd screamed, but it was hard to tell with her ears ringing and the darkness nibbling in at her vision.

As the world faded around her, Nanoha mustered all her remaining strength to summon one final orb of light between her and the Tyrant, hoping to be able to detonate it to separate the two of them.

But then things went dark, and she didn't know if she'd ever actually detonated it or not.

The orb detonated and knocked the Tyrant back once again, roaring in pain. He was slow to get up, but by the time he did, the human was unconscious.

He stepped back towards her and carefully scooped her up with one hand, examining her momentarily. It was impossible to tell what was going on in that head, until he finally turned and tossed her through the nearest wall like a piece of garbage.

Then he continued stalking down the street.

As Steve left, Peter dropped down to the ground near Nanoha.

"I'm about to say the obvious, but she doesn't look so good," he said, running over to check her pulse.

He's hanging on, at least with his arms anyway. When Spidey drops, the oddity's ears give a flick. A slower flick-twitch than usual and it takes him a minute to form a response. He'll have to take the Human's word for it.

"Eee. Wha-t do?"

"She's got a pulse. Slow but somewhat steady," He answered, sighing in relief, before getting back to business.

"I can get her to Medbay, but we're gonna need to splint her arm first. See if you can find a good, long piece of wood. There's enough rubble around here that it shouldn't be too hard."

"Rrr-enne trrry."

He's keeping his teeth clenched by now. Even he has his pain threshold and while that's insanely high, the limits are close to reached. Managing not to yelp as he drops to the ground and a leg gives way, the stubborn little thing turns..
...to stop mid-limping craw.

"Rrrr-enne be -- " Breathe. "Heal-errrr too.."

Peter facepalmed, not at Renne but at his own stupidity for not noticing how badly Renne was hurt.

"Okay, I'll find the wood. You stick here and don't try healing her. You're too badly hurt yourself. Comprende?"

"Eee, Rrr-enne hell-p." Blink. "Come-wha-t?"

Oh, lovely. Getting confused as the pain starts to hit. Nice bloody move. Breathing as steadily as he can here, Renne actually starts crawl-dragging again with his left foot flop-dragging behind him. Oh yes, he's stubborn to the point of stupid, especially when it comes to trying to hide his own pain.

Really, his logic can be weird sometimes but there is indeed, another life-form in need of help and he'd be damned if he'd lie down on that job.

Peter glared him down. "No. You stay here or I swear to both my God and whatever you worship I will MAKE you stay here. I'm packing an adhesive that's stronger than steel and have more than enough of it to back that up."

He misses the stare itself but if there's any emotional backing behind that, you can bet he feels that. Skin flashing a little, he gives a half-trill.

"Is yeu hurrr-ted? Ad-hee wha-t? Is noh mah-gic, is?"

My my, that's a drop of fear at even the thought of magic. Breathe. Breathe.

"Nothing broken. Just bruised. Which is a heck of a lot better state than you're in." he replied.

"And it's science. Just very, very good glue. Now stop arguing with me and let me find the wood because I don't wanna stick around here any longer than we have to while she's," Peter pointed at Nanoha, "out cold like that,"

'Out cold' is never a good thing to say around him. He's been on both ends of 'out cold' and neither end is any pretty. His next question only comes out half-said for if there's one word in this Multiverse he refuses to say, it's "dead" or "dying".

"Eee. She noh be..."

Peter could be remarkably patient when he wanted to be, but not when someone was injured. "She's just unconscious, alright?!" he grumbled, yanking a piece of wood out of one the walls and snapping it in two. He set Nanoha's arm, wrapping webbing around the wood to keep it that way, and strapped her to his back with even more, making sure she was well supported.

To his front, he added something that looked remarkably like a Renne-sized baby carrier. "You're getting in here." he said, his voice brooking no argument.

Despite logically knowing there's no real vehemence or malice behind the sharp tone, the emotion-creature can't help but flinch back a little. His skin gives a few flashes of an amber-yellowish in that moment of instinct but one thing at least calms one nerve of his.

Out cold in this case doesn't mean "shaking the hand of death", which is good. Alas, again, he misses all things sight-related.

"In whe-rrre?"

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