Yuri looked at him. Shaking her head a bit. "No Weston I do not. From what I saw you tried to convince them to work as a team. What I saw was a true leader forced to work with men that refused to be a unified network." She said seriously. "I know you did. It was not my fight and I was looking for more allies. I did not think a bunch of men with guns would appreciate help from a mutant when they were fighting mutants. Last time I tried to help a group of humans I ended up having to knock them out. This is a war against Hell mutants but it is all mutants that are usually hated. However, the many humans in this city work alongside mutants. We are not the same as Hell mutants. We do not kill or turn humans into mutants." She noddeed her head as he continued.<br/><br/>She looked at him and noted she struck a nerve. "My apologies Weston. I did not mean to upset or offend." She watched the woman checking him over. The woman spoke in a foreign language. She answered back in the same langauge. Nodding her head in understanding. "We need to give you the antidote. Immediately. This is a big needle so hold still like the strong alpha male you are. It'll hurt a bit but if we do not give it to you then you will become a Hell Zombie or worse." She said. Nodding her head to the nurse who dressed the smaller injuries but continued to use healing power on the deep gash he had.<br/><br/>Another nurse brought in a needle that was big and held a strange liquid. She looked at him. "That pink liquid is the antidote to the virus that the Hell mutants have that allows them to change humans to mutants. We have saved many humans from a fate worse than death with this antidote. I will warn you it'll burn like hell but it'll be no worse than if you had a fever. It'll save your life and your humanity. For the record..." She paused. "...only Hell mutants can turn humans to mutants. Use normal mutants can not. There is two strands of mutant in this world. The Hell and the Rebels."<br/><br/>She looked at him as he thought. Taking a scanner and shook her head. "Neara! Immediately. It is beginning to spread through his system. We do not have much time." She commanded.<span style="font-style: italic">The woman saluted and took the needle. "Yes General. At your biding General." She said. Taking the needle and wiped an area with a medicated wipe before sticking the needle in. Pushing into his veins all of the antidote. It would quickly following the blood flow to every last part of his body.</span>Yuri looked at Weston. "Did you know that if a Rebel mutant is bitten by a Hell mutant enough times we can be changed just like humans? This is a fact but our systems can fight the virus much more than a humans."<br/><br/>She stood up. "You might pass for now Weston but still think on it. You would make for a great ally. However, for the time being your body needs to recover. You will not be able to even go solo for awhile. When the fever from the antidote goes down you will have a large meal waiting for you." She stood and began to walk off. "I must go lead my men and women against the Hell mutants to gather more ammunition." She said. Stopping and turned to him with a warm look that showed she had feelings and warmth just hid it well. "Recover well Weston. You may not want to join us but still we can help you." She then went to go take care of what needed to be done.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Yuri sent out the signal that all the troops knew. She game into the central plaza and looked at her people. Pointing to her second and third in command. "As always you come with me. Rena, Maru, Steven, Stephen, David, Renee, Andrew, Markus, Anthony, and Jennifer. You will come with me to be the frontal assualt and to get the ammunition that we need. The rest of you will use the surrounding territory to distract the majority of the Hell mutants. Most likely on the outside it'll be a few Hell Vangels and a bunch of Hell Scouts. You have your orders. Fall out. Use the city sewers and we shall rendeveu at eight hundred hours. Good luck."<br/><br/>That said she took her small frontal assault and led them up into the city. Spreading out just a bit and they kept to the shadows. Heading to the armory base. Pointing and indicating just like a US military General. She might be young but she knew what she was doing. Weston only on her mind for a mere second to hope the human male was okay. Then he was off of it and it was all business. Leading the assualt she indicated for them to halt when a large group of Hell Scouts went by doing scout duty. Once they had gone far into the distance she led her group of vigilante rebels forward again. Silencing one who began to speak. Shaking her head and pointed ahead. That quickly silenced the mumblings.<br/><br/>She told her men and women to stand back. Slipping forwards alone and formed a ball of lightning in her hands. Sneaking up downwind of the guards standing silently at the front door. She touched one and shocked the hell out of it so it fell silently and limply into the shadows. The other guard turned and headed over to see what the minor ruckus was about and she pressed into the shadows and held her breath. Waiting until it was in front of her to reach forward and cover its mouth shooting electricity through it as well. It too fell to the ground with a soft thud. She scouted to make sure that there was no more. Heading back to in front of the door. Waving her troops over as they ran quickly and formed a formation in the large shadowy area near the front.<br/><br/>She pushed the door open and luckily it didn't creak. She led them inside. Splitting them into two lines while she led the front. They got to an open area with ten Hell Scouts. She gave the order and they quickly began to attack. This was going to draw attention but luckily with the distraction going on outside, they wouldn't have to worry about TOO many Hell Vangels, Hell Scouts or other Hell mutants showing up. The only thing she worried about would be if there was Hell Hounds in the building. She formed fireballs, her favorite element being fire, and began hurling them and moving them around. The others began firing guns or using their own individual powers. Yet as she feared a Hell Hound appeared. She spoke for the first time after they had killed the other Hell Scouts.<br/><br/>"Cover me! I'll take it on." She said. Drawing a rapier looking weapon and covers it in crackling ice. Electricity and ice. Hell Hounds hated those two elements. The Hell Hound began to attack. Her troops firing guns, launching knives, and throwing bombs as she dodged out of the way of the bombs. She slashed at the hell hound. Hitting it then jumping back. Then charging again. She ran up the wall to throw herself onto its back. Unfortunately its third head saw this and its teeth grazed down her arm. She swung the blade with as much force as she could. The hell hound getting majorly injured between her attacks and her troops. She managed to cut off one of the heads with a downward arcing of her blade as she jumped down. The second head chomping down on her leg on the side.<br/><br/>Yet she stood tall like it had not happened. Forming ice ball after iceball and hurling it at the beast. Aiming it at the place the third head had been. It shooting ice through its system. The missle launcher shot off from her second in command and blew off the first head. Giving her yet another area to hurl ice into its system. She was tiring but still she fought on. They were close to winning. It was slowing and that was when she ran forward and rolled beneath the snapping second head and thrust upwards with her blade. Stabbing it in and slicing through it. Coming out a bit covered in blood. "Continue towards the stores. Hurry!" She commanded. Covering her men and women's back as she backed towards the stores. Once they were all past she turned and followed quickly.<br/><br/>Five minutes later they had ammo, bombs, gunpowder, and other things. They had even found more knives in this armory. She waved them forward. "Down into the sewers! Quickly!" She yelled as they ran from the building. She had rigged it to blow. The distractions outside vanished at the same time they vanished into the sewers. Sealing off the one they vanished into...just in case. They could open it at a later date but better safe then sorry. She was bleeding from her wounds but she still forced herself to walk without a limp. Her other part of her Rebels appeared in the secret tunnels and tried to help her. "Go help the others with the ammunition." She ordered. Blood dripping off of her and not all of it was hers.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>She headed through the tunnels with a slight limp. It would heal once she got medical attention. She needed to see if the fever from the antidote had cleared. Rinsing off but was grateful they had lost none of their Rebel troop this time. She had gotten quite beat up by a hell hound yet she never showed a bit of pain. Inside she was wincing and showing pain. Inside she was hurting but she couldn't show it outside. No. She was the leader. As leader she must be strong. She cleaned off and winced. Hissing as the hot spring waters cleaned blood from her form. Changing into a fresh outfit before making her way to the medical hall.<br/><br/>Looking at Weston who was turning back to normal color. Then again it had been three hours since they left for the battle. She climbed up onto the table. Looking at her medic. "How is he doing?" She asked. Not complaining about herself who had blood trailing down the middle of her leg from a nasty wound. Not complaining about the light gashes on her arm.<span style="font-style: italic">The medic nodded her head. "I believe he is doing well. We won't know until the fever is completely gone. You took some bad hits today General. We shall tend to those immediately." Thus proceeding to clean the wounds with peroxide and bandage the lighter ones. She cleaned the larger gash several times with the peroxide.</span>Each time the peroxide went into the wounds and it was cleaned off a faint hiss of air escaped her lips. Yet not once did she complain about the pain. She instead glanced to Weston. The human seemed to be doing better. Thanks to the antidote that nasty gash of his had sealed shut. There was no doubt in her mind that it worked. It was just a matter of how long it took the fever to break.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The medic was stitching the large gash shut. The stitches would desolve later as the wound healed. She had done the same thing to the deeper area of Weston's injuries. "The battle was a success then General." Smiling at the nod from Yuri. "You took injuries for the team. You had them cover you while you attacked at close range. Please be more careful. Though I know you most likely did the best you could considering the circumstances." She spoke softly.</span>Yuri looked off. "I had to take one for the team. The Hell Hound was larger than most. It is nothing. A flesh wound." She said. Dismissing her large gash as nothing more than a flesh wound. It was how she convinced herself that it didn't hurt. Yet the look of pain that kept flashing across her face for split seconds told a different story. She looked at Weston. "You feeling better?"