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Bellatrix was on her usual nightly patrol. Things had been so seemingly docile lately that she'd left her weapon at home. In hindsight Bell would come back to reason that it was never a good idea to get too comfortable. However, hind sight was 20/20. Bell would be lucky if she could even remember this night straight, after all is said and done.

The night was clear. The moon was full overhead, and even with out the city lights one could see rather clearly. Bellatrix was roof hopping a little wider perimeter than she usually did. She wasn't quite as familiar with some of these places, and the shadows caused by the full moon were dark, and deep.
Bell was doing a very stupid thing, though, and she didn't even realize it. She could be seen. While she was seeking out evil to destroy - monsters - and hoping to find none, she wasn't taking in to consideration that they might very well find her. She was holding up no defenses. She was an idiot.

Landing a top the flat roof of one of the many historic looking shopping buildings that lined the street she was on, Bell was taking the time to walk along the edge and surveying the alleyway that was sandwiched between the long stretches of buildings. With monsters on the streets, normal gang activity was becoming less of a worry. Still, Bell was surprised, and perhaps a little disappointed to find nothing.
That was okay though.
Because something would find her.

Bellatrix never saw, nor did she hear the attack coming until it was right upon her - the mask hitting her just below the temple, narrowly missing her eye. Light filled her vision as it hit, obscuring the sight of the advancing Lieutenant. Bellatrix stumbled as she went to clutch at the wound and turn to face her oppenent at the same time, however a miss-step and Bellatrix was sent down into the narrow ally below with a pained and surprised cry.

Head pounding, and lungs empty, Bellatrix gasped for air as she tried to get her bearings.

She was now in a very small fighting space, and had no weapon, and no doubt that when her vision finally did clear, the culprit who had thrown that...whatever it had been...would be upon her fast.

Bellatrix was not well versed in the art of hand to hand combat, much less self defense. Hell, she hardly even had control of her sphere of power some days. Completely thrown out of her element, Bellatrix too the hit and retaliated with an attempt of her own as her arm reached out to shove Moonstone.
She didn't have the rage to back her up though. All she had was to confusion and fear. Adrenaline. She was shaky, unsure - somewhere between fight and flight and not knowing wat the hell. This would be an easy win for the Lieutenant.

Why? Why what? Bellatrix remembered thinking as she went down. Did this person think she had done something worth this rage-ful attack? Well, besides being a senshi of course.... Maybe this person had simply been smoking too much peyote... Either way, Bellatrix was screwed.
Her retaliatory punches and kicks were unfocused and flying wildly, when she even tried at all. She was on the defensive. It wasn't something she was used to.

Bellatrix found it hard to defend herself, which she wasn't doing too well in the first place, when she was trying to also make sense of Moonstone's screaming.
"Wh-what? Are you trying to say that you never wanted to be a part of this?" It was a new thought to Bell. She had never thought that maybe members of the Negaverse - some at least - had no more a choice to be in this war than the Senshi. It was,...so sad. But if this person didn't want to fight, then why did she? As a Senshi, Bellatrix could very well toss her pen aside and never henshin again. She'd feel awful, her conscience would probably drive her mad, but she could do it. Did those affiliated with the Negaverse not have that freedom? Did they not also have that choice?

That....actually pissed her off. And though she found herself sympathetic, she let the anger take control of her next punch. As she threw out her fist she said; "WELL NEITHER DID I!"
As in 'you might not have had a choice in this, but neither did I!'

"Maybe if I actually had a family I'd give a s**t!" Bellatrix spat back. She was taking so many hits, and was getting more than dizzy. With each hit she sunk closer to the ground, but she dared not go down. Not is she could help it.
"At least you all have some leadership! We have NOTHING. Nothing but a mission to STOP YOU." Shove.

"For your information-," Bellatrix spoke in between attempts to dodge, block, and deliver blows, "My family hasn't had s**t to do with me for twelves <********> years. And Damnit, if you think I'm whining then I'll damn well WHINE SOME MORE."
At least all this banter was giving her some battle fuel. Any sympathy she had before was long gone now. "At least I'm not some rage-filled lunatic whose hell bent on causing others pain so I can forget my own pathetic suffering!"

Soon Bellatrix found herself between two walls, a large rusty trashcan at her back, and Moonstone in front of her. Oh crap.

"I don't give a damn about family!" can't miss what you never had, after all. It was obvious to Bellatrix that the one who really needed the therapist was this chick. Not that any therapist would touch her with a ten foot pole behind a bulletproof glass window. Bell really would have liked that bullet proof glass right now... All comments about being a whore went ignored. Bell's sexual past was lily white, and she didn't need to tell some Negaverser that.

"When are you going to get it through your pathetic mind that you're not the only one who's suffering!?" Bell fought back with words, fists, elbows and knees as she could possibly land them. It didn't help that she wasn't exactly coordinated, or knew how to throw a decent punch. Bell was busier trying to think of an escape route.