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Where many Sailor Senshi patrolled from the rooftops, Sailor Iris did not. She could patrol perfectly fine from the ground. Sure, many of the Youma she had fought in the past had gained the advantage due to their size and her inability to get a better vantage point, but the Senshi of Rainbows was still alive and kicking.

And still wearing the gayest of clothing. She still felt huge amounts of hate for the obnoxiously long bow decorating her butt, but today was one of the rare days where she hadn't even bothered with ripping it off. Perhaps it was because she felt this evening was going to be relatively uneventful. There didn't seem to be any Youma lurking about, and even the alleyways she had been wandering seemed pretty empty, even devoid of hobos for once.

There was one thing pretty evident. Super Sailor Iris was bored. Something needed to happen to make this more fun. What, she didn't know yet.

Just, something.

Anything?

Be careful what you wish for?

One moment, the evening was quiet, and the next moment, the failure of a Spider-girl had face planted into a building.

If Sailor Iris was a kind person, she might have rushed over in a concerned fashion, checking to see if this person was uninjured. This was not the sort of person that Sailor Iris was.

"OH MY GOD! HA HA HA HA!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!!" She slapped her knee and bent over, laughing rather loudly at this girl's expense. The blonde even had to pause for a moment to wipe away a few tears with a gloved hand. "That was a WICKED wipe out! Oh god, TOP TEN FAVORITE CRASHES!!!"

Rather than approach the garbage bags, the Senshi of Rainbows just remained standing in place, trying to calm her amusement so she could at least talk without laughing.

With the most sympathetic tone (or lack there of), the blonde pointed out "Y'know, it's yer own fault fer jumpin' round over the edges of buildin's... ya idiot." With one more wipe across her line of vision, she soon enough got a look at the girl. Who was staring at her own outfit.

"Yeah, it's gay, I know!" she pointed out casually, not seeming to really get the idea that the girl in front of her was technically an enemy.

"So, kid, what're you supposed t'be? Didn't think leather and beadin' was somethin' in fashion." The Sailor Scout shrugged slightly before attempting to be a good citizen.

"Look, kid. Go t'the hospital and get checked over fer injuries or somethin'... it's dangerous t'be out at night like this. Go on, shoo!" As if trying to scare a dog away, she waved her hand in a dismissive fashion.

Wait for it.

"Yeah, I'm a senshi. So what?"

Wait for it.

The blonde senshi watched the girl pull out a rather stupid looking mask (what was this, Halloween?) and announced herself as a Moonstone. A Lieutenant Moonstone? "Okay... do ya got a point?"

Wait for it!!

The mention of the Negaverse finally stirred up some sort of reaction that was more appropriate to the situation. "Oh! Negaverse!!!" And then the Sailor Scout started to laugh again.

"Oh god, they let a peanut like yerself int' the Negaverse?! Oh god, yer nothin' like that chick who was dressed up like a prostitute! I could probably beat'cha up with one hand tied behind my back!!!" Casually, she put her right hand in her left and cracked her knuckles in a near threatening fashion.

Where Moonstone began to tighten up her stance, the Sailor Scout actually began to loosen hers up. Quite plainly, she answered "Cables. That b*tch knew how t'fight, I can't knock 'er on that!" She rolled her neck slightly as she managed to catch the mention of another Scout she was familiar with.

"Oh, Metis of the third sight. She's a good kid, but that's all she is. A kid!"

It was then that the Sailor Scout smiled. It wasn't a pleasant smile, but a challenging one. One that seemed to read "I am going to win this fight, dumbass!"

"I go by Sailor Iris," she introduced, neglecting to mention that stupid title of being a "Super" scout. That was the most pointless title ever. "And I suspect it's 'bout time t'make ya see some new colors, kiddo!" It wouldn't be fair of her fight at her hardest while this girl was probably dizzy from her previous collision. If there was one thing that Sailor Iris did, it was fight fair. She knew the basic rules of street fighting, especially when dealing with guys. You don't fight dirty and you don't hit below the belt.

"I'll even make this easier fer ya. I won't even adjust by bow. Ain't that nice 'a me?" The girl's tone was now mocking Moonstone of all things. She really must have felt as if she had nothing to worry about!

Her golden eyes watched the girl's movements carefully. The disadvantage of keeping a tense posture while skirmishing was that it made your movements all the more predictable. When Moonstone stooped low, the Scout was easily able to just jump over the sweeping motion. When she landed, she spat to the side slightly.

"It wouldn't do any good."

She smirked at the girl when she landed back on the ground. In a hope to catch the girl off guard, she literally thrust her hand, palm flat, towards the girl's chest. She was hoping to take advantage of the leg sweep to just simply tilt this girl off balance and make her fall on her a**.

"So, y'a black belt or somethin', kiddo?" she asked after her own attack.

It seemed as if this kid knew what she was doing, taking advantage of the proximity and using it to her advantage. A foot rather easily thrust itself into her solar plexus, but there was surprisingly little reaction from the hit. All Sailor Iris did was let out a tiny grunt to compensate the hit. Where the foot had firmly planted itself, the scout latched on with one hand about the ankle.

"Awwww, how cute, the kiddo got th'first hit," her voice mockingly announced for the invisible audience.

Her other hand also reached about the girl's ankle as she stood up to her fullest height. Sailor Iris was grinning, all her body save for her hands completely relaxed. She wasn't doing anything, save for holding this girl's foot, but she was smiling as if she had already won. Ah, the waiting game was always so fun.