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If you require my services and have tried to contact me without a response, I may be unavailable. Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I am physically able. Romulus Hart, 1st lieutenant

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[OW.

WHAT THE FUCK.

ACTUALLY--]

What the fuck?!

[And this? This is Morgan, tackling Rome, spitting blood from his split lip.]

[He falls easily on his back, snarling at him, kicking up at his legs. Blood lands on his cheek and he shoves at him, hard.]

Get off of me-

[He reels back, aiming a punch hard at his cheek.]

Should have thought of that before you hit me!

You should have thought of that-

[His head snaps to the side and he wants to draw his gun but this isn't about subduing Morgan anymore, it's about fighting with him, riding out the frustration and the anger and the helplessness against him.

Rome kicks out at him again, lashing out with sharp nails.]

[You know what happens when thirteen-year-old girls arrive alone in Adstringendum? They run around still trying to find their bearings... and come across two grown ass men fighting in a pit. The daughter of Pluto stopped. You two are lucky she's had to deal with legionnaires fighting over stupid stuff.]

--I don't think that will help your situation any. [Cheeky little thing.] Do the two of you need help? Or... Do you want to carry on?

[And Morgan yells again when Rome lashes out with his nails, ready to pummel back --

--before he hears the voice of a little girl.

He stops.]

Hey! Can you get help us get out of here?

[Morgan is shoving his hand into Rome's face now, though, trying to push his cheek against the dirt, more like a schoolyard bully than anything else now.]

[Rome gets a facefull of dirt, and it rendered unable to reply due to it being in his mouth, arms flailing out, trying to shove Morgan away.]

Once you let your friend go. [Her friends were simple, she didn't think how to manage it, but really. If they were wanting to escape, she wasn't going to do it with someone smashing someone's face into the ground.]

He's not my friend. But fine.

[He gives Rome's face one last little push into the dirt, before rolling off of him entirely.]

[Rome snarls and spits up chunks of dirt, coughing once or twice before shaking his head. Patience. He needs to retain his patience.]

Pup. [Wiping at his mouth.]

I could not tell. [She is a bit cheeky, but it takes a moment of biting down on her lip to figure out what she could do. She wasn't strong enough to pull them up with her sword... Which meant...]

Stay where you are.

[Concentrating, she felt the earth underneath her and it takes a few moments... but a tunnel does make it's way from one of the edges of the pit. Biting her lip a moment longer, she speaks up.] You can--You should be able to follow it through.

[Morgan holds his sleeve to his bloody lip, frowning a little in surprise as the tunnel opens in the pit. He looks up at Hazel for a moment, deliberating -- before he steps into it with a slight limp.]

[Rome doesn't let Morgan go first. He just- pushes past him, disgusted, walking at a totally normal pace that wasn't fast or trying to leave Morgan behind in any way at all.]

[And they should be able to find their way out, she's not used to using her powers quite effectively yet, but the tunnel will lead to a slightly uphill area to make it easier to form a grip for ~stairs~. But as they continue on the tunnel does collapse when they make it out. No more use for that...]

..dick.

[It's muttered to Romulus as he pushes in front of him, and it does take Morgan quite a bit longer to make it out of the tunnels, just because his foot hurts like hell. He does eventually get out, though, moving to grab the branch of a tree, leaning on it for stability.]

Thank you.

[Addressed clearly to Hazel, not Rome.]

[He does not respond to either of them, instead taking a step back.]

If you don't splint that, it will heal incorrectly.

[Wiping the dirt from his cheek.]

Thank you, ma'am.

[And he turns and leaves, all X-( and stuff.]

[The girl's brow creases, but she doesn't say anything.]

It was the least I could do.

[Really. She may be the daughter of Pluto, but it doesn't mean she wants people to die. But, welp, she lets them go on their way.]

--hey, I mean it: thanks. And watch out for yourself.

[He'd stay to chitchat, but his ankle hurts like hell, and he has to get home. Morgan starts on his own way, too.]

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