Numb.<br/><br/>That was all Nit felt after being beat down once again. It was as if their body had shut down on itself from weakness, for there were too many processes going on and their CPU could not handle it all. A bolt-shaped refraction stood in their view. It took them a moment to realize that the thick glass pane that covered their face was cracked at the center, for their thought process was slowed to a crawl due to having to deal with the strong, numbing pain that circulated their body like blood. There was then the sound of feet on innocent grass. It was Axe.<br/><br/>The blood in Nit's body boiled with rage, bubbling and vaporizing as they laid their one eye on Axe, energizing them. Salt was sprinkled into the steaming cardiovascular stew as she talked them down about jumping Marcial. Speaking of, Marcial was not feeling as comfortable around Coup as he thought he would be. As if kicking Nit where it hurts and pummeling them into submission once was not enough, this attack particularly did it for him. He simply nodded at Coup's introduction, not really having much to say for himself.<br/><br/>Anyhow, Nit was looking up at Axe as if she were a sentient pile of mucky scat. Pure hatred to say the least- there was no other way to put it. At first, they did not have the willpower to speak. But now that they were practically pushed past their limit, now that they simply could not take any more of this, they decided to do so. As they spoke, their bells rung powerlessly, their hands striking 12- fury o'clock.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">You... You think I'm... retarded, huh?</span>" Nit slowly got on all sixes, their back arched like a cat just like the time they attacked the door. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You really think I'll... let you tend to... me after having... that human beat me... twice because of you?!</span>" The creature lunged, grasping Axe by the shoulders with one pair of arms and her arms with the other. They swayed slightly from their weakness, but their grip tightened as they pressed their face against Axe's. She could likely see the rigid detail of the crack on their face, which refracted their bloodthirsty eye in half. Nit was growling extremely audibly, making it easy to imagine the contractions of their gullet as it made its music.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I love how... when I simply scold... you, I'm met with... utter disapproval from everyone. But yet, when you... literally get a wrestler to... beat up a <span style="font-style: italic">seventeen... year-old kid</span>, none... of you idiots bat a... god damn eye. You know I could... have fucking <span style="font-style: italic">died</span> back... there?</span>." As Nit spoke, their voice gradually became more cracked and filled with their grief and rage. "<span style="font-family: courier;">You know what?</span>" They pushed Axe away, keeping their hateful glare. If they were not so naturally cold, they would probably be crying. "<span style="font-family: courier;">No. I <span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span> to... like you, Axe. You seemed like... a cool weaboo. But you just... proved to me that... you're not worth my... time. At all. All you do is... abuse me when all I... ever did to you was... poke fun at trivial... crap. You shut me... out, you yell at... me, you get people... to attack me... No wonder no... one fucking likes you. You're arrogant... as hell. I don't ever want... to see your disgusting... face ever again. Just... Just... <span style="font-style: italic">MARCIAL</span>!</span>"<br/><br/>The advisor shook from hearing their name, nearly hitting Scarlet behind him. Perking up slightly, he was merely able to look up at the clock from a distance. "<span style="font-style: italic">Mx</span>?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Call the chauffa-whatever when... you're done. We're leaving.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">... What?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Don't act stupid. You heard... me loud and clear.</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">But... Leaving? W- Why?</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;"><span style="font-style: italic">Why?</span> Did I blind... you when I beat... you up, or did... you ignore everything that... happened to me these past... few minutes</span>?"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">M- Mx Matías, please, yo- you mustn't...</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">If you want to... keep your job, you'd... do as I command...</span>"<br/><br/>Marcial remained silent, eyes bulging and dark. Their mouth remained slightly ajar from shock, and they stared head on at Nit. His feelings were battling a great war for dominance of expression, but all Marcial could muster was this dead look void of any specific emotion. He seemed to be awaiting the opinions of the others to this sudden declaration, although dreading them at the same time.