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[The link appears to have been... dropped. It's just sitting on the floor of a hallway in Trion's temple. There's a partial view of a nearby room, the door half-open and sitting strangely on its hinges. The room itself appears... trashed. Like the storm blew through the room as well as the Haven.]

[Everything is absolutely still. Absolutely silent.]

[For several minutes.]

[And then something slams itself down off-screen, hard enough to rattle the Link itself. It actually vibrates a few inches forward at the impact.]

[Someone laughs. There's no amusement in the sound, only smug satisfaction.]

Look! Look, look, look!

[The voice is probably familiar, but the cadence is all wrong. The speaker grabs the Link, jerking it toward the room.]

I did it. I did it so well too, didn't I? You thought you had me -- what was it? What was it? Are you punishing me? Is that it?

No, no. That won't do. I got out!

[More laughter. Delighted, echoing laughter.]

[And all of the sudden, a face pops on-screen, upside down. The smile it wears is sharp, harsh. It's... Kagerou?]

Aren't. You. Proud? Brave Police.

[There is a fevered light in his optics -- both of which are visible now, the scanner no longer marking half his face. And then the feed goes dark.]

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[He's tossed. The Build Team were always strong, after all. He should have expected it -- he scrambles into a better position.]

[And kicks out with his feet, to try and hit PJ, as the other tackles.]

[He takes the brunt of that kick head on, grabbing his leg and trying to pull him out, get him on the ground so those wings can't work against him.

But it's not easy, and Kagerou's skilled.]

Kagebird!

[He twists, trying to work his leg out of PJ's grasp. No weapons yet. THe other BP hasn't gone for them -- bringing them out now is weak.]

[And he is not weak.]

[He simply shrieks something incoherent, kicking his thrusters to life to try and wrench them out of the other's grasp. He lashes out with a fist, too, toward the side of PJ's head.]

[It's an honest to god wrestling match. And PJ won't go for the weapons until he has an opening.

Right now, he's going to beat him with his fists. It's more satisfying.]

AGH!!

[That fist connects with his helm, slamming into the wall and sinking down to the ground.]

[It is more satisfying. Yes, it is. He's snarling, wriggling, kicking -- he's even biting at Power Joe. Anything to get on top.]

[To win.]

[As PJ slams into the wall, he launches forward, hands curled like claws to tear at the yellow bot's frame.]

[Power Joe isn't as feral--he doesn't bite, but he does grab Kagerou by the mouth an shove his hand into it, hoping to give a warning of 'don't touch me'.

He couldn't back down now. Kagerou was going to fight til the end, and PJ wanted to end it here and now. He didn't know what was going inside the ninja's head, but at the moment, he didn't care.

And when Kagerou lunges at him, he rolls back, winding his legs up to give a kick away from him. To get some kind of distance.

Anything.]

[He hisses into Power Joe's hand, snarls, really. His teeth clamp down, grinding, worrying at the metal clenched between them, like a dog with a bone, before it's pulled away.]

[The kick sends him sprawling back into the opposite wall, leaving a painful crunch of impact. He lies there for a long minute, sprawled in a heap.]

[... and begins to laugh.]

[Slowly, he drags himself to his feet, wavering and laughing maniacally. His optics too bright.]

So much fight in you...!

[When those teeth dig into his hand, he can't help but utter a groan, a growl of anger. They sink into the joints, really causing him to wince from the pain.

Thankfully, his kick connects.

And hearing Kagerou laugh at that...]

Cause you're bein' a moron!

[He stands there, grinning, posture like a broken doll. His head is canted all the way to one side.]

[And the laughing continues.]

You're being weak.

[If PJ didn't think there was anything wrong with Kagerou before, those were put to rest. He's sure the ninja's off his rocker, now.]

Why I oughta--

You're the weak one! You're acting all crazy!

[He actually spins in place, wings flaring out, despite the shower of sparks accompanying them. They're damaged, to be sure. But that's hardly stopping him.]

[The laughter vanishes abruptly as it came. Replaced by a snarl.]

I'm not weak. I won. He lost. I won the right to live.

[That gets a...confused look out of him.]

What are you talking about?! There wasn't any contest! You didn't win or lose!

You're just...Kagebird!

[Seriously, what's going on?]

Yes, there was! There was! I did it, I won. I'm the one who lived -- don't.

You.

Deny it.

[He starts to advance on that last word, suddenly seething.]

I'm not denying what never happened!

I'll smack some sense into ya, one way or another. It's...it's what friends do, okay?

[So...sorry in advance.]

Yes, yes you are. You are. Don't -- stop saying that!

[He lunges, then, teeth bared, wings arched.]

[Like he intends to bite PJ again.]

KAGEBIRD!

[That arm raises up to take the brunt of that bite, feeling the teeth pratically dent his armor. It's painful, but he's not going to give into it.]

I'm giving one one chance. ONE. CHANCE.

[He's gone. He's too far gone. Ignoring PJ's words, even ignoring who it is he's chewing on. This is just an enemy. One who refuses to be defeated.]

[He all but claws forward, fingers raking at PJ's armor.]

[And that causes PJ to snap. He's no longer holding back. He's a Build Team member, and strength was his forte. And he had to use it in a way he would against a beast. An animal.

Hand hand slides up, so Kagerou's teeth are about to place themselves onto his fingers. Only before that can happen, PJ's hand turns into a fist, shoving itself into Kagerou's throat, putting all his force behind it. His goal is to knock him back.

And then attempt to pin. If he can get those wings on the ground, he's got this.]

[He keeps screeching. He's bigger than PJ. He should be able to overpower him -- he should be. He beat the odds. He beat his double. He can beat this one.]

[Except then he half-chokes on the other BP's hand, his optics going wide and startled. His hands claw at Power Joe's arm again, kicking at him, trying to chew those fingers off.]

[It doesn't work, and he starts to topple backward.]

[It's definitely a tough fight. Kagerou's large and those flailing wings make him hard to pin. He can almost feel the plating coming loose in his arm from Kagerou's attacks.

And when Kagerou falls back, he puts his full weight on him. Like Dumpson would do in their wrestling practice.

He was never any good at it.]

GOT YOU.

[He's also off his rocker. Which makes the likelihood of him seeing reason, in stopping the attack when he's overwhelmed... nonexistent. He keeps tearing, keeps biting. Like it's suddenly going to make a difference.]

[When Power Joe's weight settles on him, he does the only thing he can think to do. He writhes like a snake, bucking his whole body up, jerking hips and waist and legs under PJ...]

[Either to weird him out or throw him off. Hard to say.]

[And Kagerou succeeds in both. It wasn't a reaction he was proud of, but feeling that plating against his...in that area. It was almost involuntary movement, the way he scrambles.

For a split second, PJ lets go of that grip on him.

Only long enough for him to realize his mistake.

Quick, make your move.]

[The moment he feels that grip ease, feels PJ begin to release him, he wriggles like a snake. His body gives one final, frantic jerk up against yellow armor before he twists away, snarling. He's actually spitting out flecks of Power Joe's paint.]

[But he doesn't seem satisfied, with just escaping.]

[He springs at PJ once more, looking to pin him for a change, to ride him down onto the floor and hold him there.]

[That was bad.

There's a screech, almost foreign from the Build Team member as he tries to fight those teeth off him. And when he sees that paint spit out...

That hard-headed bot just doesn't give up. It's a wrong move, though, because no sooner had he continued to fight, Power Joe can feel himself hit the ground.

He doesn't go down easy, though, writhing like a wild animal fighting for it's life.]

[The screech sets him to laughing again, his body jerking and twisting to stay on top. He lowers his head, his face bare inches from Power Joe's. It's also stupid, but right now, he feels too confident in his victory to care.]

You have such a good scream.

[BECAUSE THAT'S NOT CREEPY.]

[He tries holding onto PJ's limbs to keep him down, spreading his wings for balance.]

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