[b]Facility A-1[/b]
Kacha was able to send the probe back for a few seconds, but the Archmage quickly but back on track. Kacha did not have much mana in him to use, because he had not been trained in magic ever. Nor was he experienced enough to control something as unpredictable as Dark Magic. Kacha heard a thought come across the mental link established between the Archmage and him by the probe

"[i]You are weak, untrained. Your magic is not capable of holding against ours. However... the potential that exists inside you is great. I am afraid however that I must finish what I started. Your fellow soldiers though... Looks like I will have the magical warriors I wanted to after all.[/i]"

The Archmage stepped into the casting circle, pulling out a silver dagger. He took and stabbed down into the Aradite's arm, taking it all the way across. He repeated the process for the other arm and his his legs. The Aradite watched as the Archmage returned to where he was outside of the circle, and he chanted something. The blood that was now pouring from his wounds arced over him, as he felt his energy and strength draining from him, as the new layer to the spell used his own blood to power the probe.

[b]Falacian Asteroid[/b]
One of the Iscandarian Soldiers slid across the floor and put both of the grenades under him, acting as a shield. When the explosion occurred he was thrown against the wall as blood and gore went flying everywhere. The other soldiers retreated oddly, even know the fight was not clear cut yet. However when they did the mech from earlier appeared, and began firing its rail-guns that were meant for taking down heavy fighters at the Septonians.