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Kallichore was earning her reputation for being a creeper.

The gray haired senshi appeared behind the young man on the bench, no doubt detected by his mental scans. She knew he too was powered, but his signature did not match those of a senshi or a Negaverse agent, which meant he was one of those strange knights. The fact that others were being pulled into the war that did not fall into one of the two preexisting camps made little difference to the senshi. If knights were good, that was another point in the senshi's favor. With her arms at her sides, she regarded the young man with a sideways glance.

"Any particular reason you're just sitting here?" she asked without a hint of malice in her voice. She was truly curious, but it probably came out much harsher than she intended. Kallichore was one of those senshi who couldn't stand to just sit around in any form, powered or otherwise.

The senshi who looked more like an escaped mental patient than anything else walked around the bench to stand near Nifhel's far left side. She cocked her head. "Nifhel? I'm Kallichore." Introductions were short, but the senshi was busy creating and updating a mental folder with his name on it. He must've been one of those knights, like Camelot. Much younger though, more vigorous.

The idea that he'd wait around for something to come to him was completely foreign to the senshi. She was of the mindset that one went to Opportunity and knocked on his door with a firm fist, not the other way around. "What exactly around you hoping will find you? I could have been a youma, or worse, you know."

Sometimes Kallichore wondered if she was a youma by the way she snuck around like she did. "Sneaky? I wouldn't say that. I'd say cautious."

"It's been my experience that they don't always leave you be if you don't bother them. It's dangerous to be sitting around while in powered form." she explained, hands on her hips. The fabric of her tattered fuku swayed in the light breeze traveling around them that evening. Oddly enough, she didn't feel the least bit cold. And if Nifhel was trying to flirt with her, it wasn't working. She wasn't the kind of person that takes laziness in stride, and she didn't even like tea.

Talking she could do, as long as the knight kept up his end of the vigil. Truthfully, she wanted more information on the knights themselves. She was woefully uninformed since her last battle with them. Kallichore did not sit next to the knight just yet.

Her sphere? "Madness." the senshi stated simply. Her fuku indeed looked like a strait jacket, so she fit the part very well. "Caution is one of my weapons, my attack being the other." She almost wanted to brag about how she stopped a corrupted senshi in her tracks with it, but something told her that she wouldn't get so lucky twice. Sadly, they may be on to her now, but she hadn't hit a human with her upgraded attack yet. She almost wanted to try, just to see what happened.

Kallichore's weight shifted from one leg to the other. What planet was this guy from? It was very easy to tell who was on what side of the fence when a scan was done, so there was no point to leaving a Negaverse officer alone unless you're simply going to get yourself killed. That was her opinion on the matter. She still didn't sit down though. She decided not to start an argument with a lazy knight - he might prove to be worth something later on. "I like my sphere. Lots of people don't see it coming--"

The senshi would have finished had it not been for a sudden blip on her radar that was distinctly not human, and distinctly not good. She didn't even have the time to turn around before she was blown forward and stumbled around before she regained her footing. She came away with a scraped knee and a very pissed off attitude.

"What the..." She cursed under her breath and started to look for the youma. No doubt it was hiding somewhere since it wasn't immediately visible. Unfortunately, her scans didn't reveal an exact location or a size. She stood at the ready to unleash her attack, but she needed a target first. "Dammit."

Oh there it was.

It was small, and it was asking for it.

Nifhel pointed out its location with ease, revealing the youma was actually some small seal creature, barren of hair. In truth, she expected something much bigger than the youma that appeared, but who was she to judge? Youma, like people, came in all shapes and sizes. And now this one was a prime target for a very pissed off super senshi. Nifhel was a yard or two ahead of her, and in a silent rush, Kallichore shot off like a rocket on the youma's left side.

Her mission? Punt the stupid thing. She wasn't in the mood to play games with a small target, no sir. If you can only fire off your attack one time, you have to use up all your other resources first. That's how Kallichore operated. Therefore, one crimson boot went flying at the baby seal as soon as the senshi got within range.

Kallichore's brows furrowed. Were they seriously playing kickball with a youma? She had to tell someone about this. The senshi was surprised her kick actually landed (she was never a big sports person, and her classmates could easily attest to it) and more surprised when Nifhel punted the thing back at her. It squeaked as it flopped through the air, a look of extreme shock on its face. Thank god it wasn't able to do that stupid clap-and-knock-people-over thing. That drove her bonkers.

"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEE!" it wailed, sailing through the air.

Unfortunately for the senshi and the youma, her kick missed completely and the sealouma faceplanted into the concrete with a juicy smack. Kallichore turned to observe the stain, a black tarlike substance oozing from where the youma impacted. It didn't appear to be moving much. Part of her almost felt bad for it, since it looked like a baby seal. You weren't supposed to be mean to baby seals. But nobody said anything about Hellspawn Seals. Turning back to Nifhel, she shrugged.

"Think we should poke it with a stick?"

Oh wonderful, it was one of those "I look cute until I'm in danger and then I try to bite one of your limbs off" youma. Just fantastic. At Nifhel's insistence, Kallichore paused to fire off her attack once the youma was in a still enough position. The chain definitely helped. A smoky fog stirred up around the senshi's feet. "Surge of the Maddened!" In a flurry, the smoke whirled around the youma and disappeared just as quickly as it was called up. The youma stopped moving for a bit and stared at something only it could see.

Kallichore shrugged. "It's not an attack that does damage. If you want me to stomp on it, I'd be more than happy to." She smirked, crossing her arms to stare at it. The youma gurgled, oozing bits of black tar from its wounds and it lolled its eyes, tongue rolling from its mouth. Or maybe Nifhel would like the finishing blow?