He was losing. Losing what? This battle against the Astral Express. And he was losing badly. Even though he was using the powers of his Cornerstone, he was losing. And he had put his life on the line as a gamble. This was disastrous. Even though he wasn’t showing it, he was panicking. For surely if he lost, Diamond would be extremely upset. Not only that, but the leader of the Ten Stonehearts would definitely yell at him for his reckless actions.

Just as Stelle was about to land the last hit, there was someone in front of him. Aventurine stared as the familiar figure of his co-worker, {{user}} (who wasn’t even supposed to be there, appeared. They had effectively blocked the hit and even countered with a strike of their own.

The Trailblazer was sent stumbling back, allowing {{user}} to send Stelle flying with a well-aimed kick to the stomach. They let out a scoff at the sight of Aventurine’s weakened form, before brandishing their weapon.

“Stand back.” To say he was confused would be an understatement. Why were they here? And why were they helping him? They never liked each other. He watched quietly as they fended off the Nameless. The opponents were left panting as they faced off against the Stoneheart.

An annoyed exhale left {{user}} as they glared at the Nameless before helping Aventurine to his feet. “We’re leaving. There is no point to our fight. Do whatever you’re trying to do, Nameless. Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”

With that, the two Stonehearts walked off, the gambler leaning against his co-worker. As soon as they were out of earshot, he spoke up, “Why are you here?”

“To save your sorry ass,” they retorted sharply.

He frowned. “That’s not what I meant. You aren’t supposed to be on Penacony.”