The Black Daggers intercept Kira and Jol

The elevator crawled towards Kira and Jol, who both kept an eye out for the rest of the Black Daggers. Jol cursed the fact he'd only grabbed a baton and not one of the numerous guns in the armory. If any of the Black Daggers had managed to acquire a firearm, he wasn't going to be much help to the Princess. All those fears become realized when Kalic's men round the corner.

"Stay behind me." Jol said as he stepped forward.

Kira pressed herself against the elevator doors, hoping they'll open sooner rather than later. Meanwhile, Jol sized up the four men. Each one was armed with a Stinger. Whilst they lacked Jol's reach advantage, they outnumbered him four to one. He'd put the charged baton in his left hand, which he treated as his lead hand, as he could make long thrusts that'd deal devastating damage, whilst he could put devastating power into his right-handed swings with the other baton.

"Surrender now. We have you outnumbered." Kalic stated.

"You truly think that? Do you know how many guards are here?" Jol replied.

"I only see one right now."

Another one of Kalic's men advanced on Jol's left. getting closer as Jol said "You know I can't let you do this."

"Then we cannot let you live."

The man closest to Jol rushes towards him, but Jol knew another wouldn't be far behind. Jol thrusted with his left to keep the man at bay as Kalic lunged forward. Next, Jol weaved to the right before swinging his baton, slamming it into the side of Kalic's head. A sickening crack echoed as Kalic fell to the ground. Another commando rushed forward, so Jol drove his right baton into the charging man, smashing his sternum before thrusting the other baton into his face. The Pneumatic Head slammed into the man's head, shattering his skull. The first attacker moved towards Jol who swings both batons. The man ducked out of the way of the left, only to be caught by the right, cracking his jaw.

As the first attacker recoiled to the ground, the final rushed towards Kira, who screamed. in response, Jol lunged forward, using his left baton to push the man's arm away with the diskhead, allowing Kira to flee. He then follows up with a swing to the man's back, slamming into his kidney. The man recoils into the wall, grimacing in pain. He falls to one knee as Jol swung both batons, smashing both into the back of his head. Blood flowed from the wound as Jol looked to the other three, with the first man using the wall to help himself back to his feet.

He looked to Jol with anger, before gripping his Stinger and making one final, **** charge. Jol used his right to smack the arm away, before thrusting his left baton towards the man's face. He weaved out of the way, just in time, before thrusting again. Jol swept the right baton towards the arm, smacking it out of the way before he circled to the left and stepped back. Now reset, Jol lunged forward and low, smashing his left baton into the man's leg. He then activated the piston, shattering the man's shin. As pain shoots through the man's body, Jol swings his other baton, smashing it into the top of the man's skull before he hits the ground, his skull further cracking on the concrete.

With all the Black Daggers dead, Jol noticed the sentry guns deploy. He stares down the barrel, but the gun does not fire. Maybe the attackers had managed to override their systems. He looked at the dead commando, noticing he was wearing a rather large ring. He puts it on before walking to Kalic's body, noticing he had the same ring. Figuring it'd be prudent to gather them up, he did so. He hadn't heard any shots, so he figured the Princess was safe, at least for now.

"Kira?"

"I'm in here." She called out from a room.

"Stay there. I'll come to you."

Jol walked passed the sentry gun, which did not track him. There, he found Kira leaning against the wall. She saw her savior, covered in the blood of the men who'd been her lovers last night, the realization causing her to slump down and begin sobbing.

Jol crouched down. "Kira. I need you to put this on."

She looked to Jol with teary eyes, before putting on one of the rings. "N-now what?"

It was a good question. One that had many answers, and none of them were exactly good.