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"Should have brought a harpoon." Not that he had seen one the last time he'd gone to prod through the armory. Most of the weapons the lower ranked officers had access to were for training purposes anyways. It wasn't as though they were given the option to upgrade to anything more efficient before they were promoted, and even then...

For the first time Cornetite was grateful for the shoulder-length gloves that provided cover and a barrier between his skin and the acid attack. The gratefulness was brief as the acid began to sizzle through fabric, leaving him with only seconds to yank the glove down his arm and cast it aside, spitting curses as he did so. This wasn't at all what he'd had in mind when he'd agreed to assist Uvarovite with catching ferals.

Better or worse than training with Tourmaline?

Gloves cast away, annoying thought now in the front of his mind, Cornetite sneered as he twirled his weapon before releasing it at the youma's head.

Cornetite summoned his weapon back to his hands, eyes narrowing as he regarded the Captain. "You're going to try and drag that thing back through the Hall? Do you even have a tank that would hold it?" As far as he knew, youma didn't just linger once they were deceased. They dusted, reduced to ash and blown away, reforming somewhere in the Rift where they just became meaner to make up for it.

He would ask Uvarovite if he was insane, but Cornetite already knew the answer.

The aquatic beast was subdued for the moment, half hanging from Pet's jaws. Was that a trace of disappointment in the armed snake's eye-sockets? No, doubtful. If it wished to defy it simply would without question..

"Do you want the net, Sir?"

"I'm sure you have," he muttered beneath his breath as he got the the net out of the pack, mindful of Pet's jaws as he helped capture the other youma. Zip ties would have been useful for keeping its jaws shut, or any of those thick rubber-bands people used while wrangling alligators or crocodiles. He wondered, briefly, how much experience Uvarovite actually had with such things-- or whether or not the Captain had ever considered the ups and downs of recruiting a Zookeeper.

When the youma was restrained he stepped back, making a gesture towards Pet and his handiwork. "One ugly-a** son of a b***h, wrapped up and ready to go for you, Captain."