@maverick_6: Stachel heard the word "now" and tensed up. He had heard of the cutthroat nature of this organization, and was speaking to one of it's most skilled and premier members. An unorthodox test for an unorthodox member seemed fitting. When the table flew out in front of him, Stachel's suspicions were confirmed. He kicked the chair out from under him, crouching, and shot upward, lifting the table with his palms, launching it further so as not to be an obstruction for his counter-attack. During this motion, he had extended his stingers and lunged forth with his right, his left trailing at his side, curved for an attack to the side. His first attack was swatted aside by the armored soldier, his second caught by it's fist. Stachel was then kicked in the chest, an attack he quickly recovered from by rolling backwards, pushing off the floor with his right foot as he stood, leaping left into the wall, which he crawled in a clockwise motion while still moving forward, leaping from the ceiling for his attack. He landed a boot to the soldier's face, and quickly ducked under a punch, kicking the soldier once more in the back before rolling under his legs. Upon standing, he jabbed a stinger into the side of the armor, which failed to penetrate, but likely caused damage from the force of the attack. As he moved for another strike to the torso, he received a brutal backhand from the armored soldier, which he attempted to counter by attacking while ducking. This move, however, was anticipated by his opponent, who grabbed Stachel by the arm, and punched him once in the chest, before using that same hand to grip Stachel's neck. "Kleine! Lahmen!"
Non-combat members of Maverick were strolling down the hall, going about their business. Wearing suits, reading files, and other such things you would expect to see at an office. These activities, should they be taking place in the hall next to Nemaz' office, were immediately halted as Stachel was flung through the door, kicking it off it's hinges. He had not been thrown directly into the door, but took a chunk of doorway with him as well. He wiped a drop of teal blood from his mouth, nodding towards whatever official was standing near him, before leaping back into the room.
Upon entering, his focus snapped immediately to his pet. Kleine was buzzing around the oblivious soldier, occasionally landing to crawl around the armor. She was searching for a weak point. Stachel charged forth, and blocked two quick strikes attempted by the soldier, sidestepping a kick. Stachel delivered a kick of his own to the armored man's knee, which at the same time provided elevation for a strike to the head with one of his stingers, throwing the man off balance. Stachel took advantage of this by striking the legs. The armored man fell, but caught himself with one arm, swinging outward with the other one to create distance from Stachel as he pushed himself upward. Stachel once more sprung forward, only to be caught and thrown by his opponent, landing on the overturned table. Stachel took a broken table leg and through it, it's path shockingly straight, which was caught. During the short celebration of catching such a projectile, another came unnoticed, cracking the facemask, as wll as staggering the soldier once more. Stachel, however, was too far away to take advantage of this, and the solider knew this as well, almost certainly planning a devastating counter-attack should Stachel come close. Instead, he lowered his arms. His opponent seemed as confused as he was full of himself. Stachel could see the smug look on his face through the small hole in his chipped visor. "What, giving up already?" The soldier laughed to himself for a moment, and Stachel chuckled along with him. "You've got something on your face." And that's when he heard it. The buzzing. The slight tickle on his nose. It was Kleine. The soldier slapped his hand against his visor in an effort to squash the insect, but this proved fruitless, as his facemask was still mostly intact. Before he could remove his helmet, the damage had already been done. His nose had swollen to the size of a baseball, the pain like fire had been set to his face. The paralytic poison spread through his veins. Stachel assisted him in removing his helmet. He would be needing some air. "You see, Kleine is special. There's a reason I take her with me. Her posion is potent, and her mind sharp. Kleine is no more an 'insect' than you."
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