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Battles were not something Sailor Circe actively went looking for. She didn’t get up every morning thinking ‘Man, I’d really like to fight a youma today.’ No, she certainly did not. Circe started her day like a normal person, fighting to get back to sleep and then finally giving up and getting on with her day. She’d plan what to wear, and maybe think of what she could do for fun at night Her regular idea of fun was not getting beat up by a youma.

But there she was, head to head with a snarling youma that looked like it was a sprinkler. It splashed water out from random spots on it’s body. The effect was an annoyed, soaked senshi. This was not on what she expected when she had henshined. Honestly, she had only powered up as a convenient way to cross town during rush hour traffic. Roof top hopping was a lot easier than trying to take the bus.

However, after a few jumps, Circe was ready to jump down to a safe alleyway. But, something had nabbed her, knocking her flat onto a rooftop. Youma and senshi rolled around, both fighting to get an upper hand. Struggling to her regain composure, Circe found herself face to face and underneath to the sprinkler-like youma that was spitting water everywhere. The surface of the roof became slick and wet.

With Pasiphae’s punch, the youma was knocked off of Circe, flat onto it’s own stomach. It was slow to get up.

Taking advantage of her new found freedom, Circe jumped up. She was fairly drenched; her fuku was clinging to her skin. It was an uncomfortable feeling to say the least. Having a wet-shirt contest with a youma was not something she’d ever think to do. She shook off some of the water. At least it was refreshing, compared to the summer heat.

“Thanks.” Circe said off handedly, it was hard to tell whether or not she actually meant it. But the teal senshi smiled a bit. She could trade places with this new senshi. Her rescuer could take care of this little pest and she could continue on about her own business. “You can handle this one I think.” And almost right away, Circe made to jump away and onto the next roof.

The youma was going to have none of that. It’s arms were made up of coils of garden hose which, almost in the very same instant that Circe went to jump away, shot out to wrap around whatever limbs it could reach of both girls. Then it yanked hard.

Circe was caught by the ankle and forcefully fell backwards.

“More of the same.” Circe replied and rolled her eyes a little bit. Pasiphae sounded about as useful as a can opener. Actually, a can opener would probably be better in this situation. Pasiphae shielding herself was not going to help Circe! Especially when her own power was similar; she could temporary boost her own defense.

The youma started to pull back on its grip, forcing the senshis to slip and slide forward. Water continued to gush out. Then the youma opened its mouth, revealing teeth that looked like multiple tiny hedge trimmers. Really sharp shears. Likely, if either got to close, the youma would take a bite and it would not be just a trim.

Circe was already on her butt, as the youma pulled the two girls forward. For her, it was little bit like being on a slip n’ slide. The water had collected and pooled around the roof, and the teal suited sailor was easily slid forward. Before she slipped too close, Circe called out, “Molt Boost!”

A faint golden glow formed around the girl and sunk into her girl, almost disappeared. It was like a second skin, and hopefully it would help protect her if those sharp teeth came anywhere near her lovely face. As Circe slid towards the youma, her free foot landed a blow to the youma’s leg, knocking the youma’s legs far enough apart that the girl slipped straight between the two legs. Though she was still caught the youma’s hose-grip.

Safely passing through the youma’s legs, Circe slid as far as the length of hose would allow her. Quickly, she tried to undo the youma’s grasp on her leg, but it was too tight for her to loosen.

Since her attempt to get free was not going to work, she had to do something else. It was like Circe was a mindreader. When Pasiphae stared to pulled back on the youma’s hose, Circe noticed it and pulled on her own edge. With both girls pulling as hard as they could in opposite directions, the result was that the youma bent over and twisted in what looked like a truly uncomfortable manner. It cried out as it was flipped upside down on to it’s own back.

Circe scrambled to get up, and kept a tight rein on the hose attached to her ankle, as if it was a leash.

Pop it did. With the tension of being pulled into different directions, the youma literally stretched to its limits and then burst in a flurry of water and youma dust. The result was a murky mix raining down where the youma had once been.

Now free from the grip of the sprinkler youma, Circe shook her leg around to make sure she was alright before taking a dash and sliding across the slick roof towards her momentary companion. ‘Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’, was all she had in her head as she slide across the roof. Really, without a youma around, it was sort of fun. The teal senshi couldn’t help but smile.

Upon reaching Pasiphae, Sailor Circe took out her senshi phone and beeped Pasiphae into it. After the name came up on the screen, Circe looked up and down the other senshi, silently judging her. “Well, Pasiphae I presume, that was quite a show.”

Circe stood there for a moment taking in Pasiphae’s fairly stoney expression. Quickly, in her head, Circe labeled Pasiphae as a stick in the mud. There was no fun to be had with this one. Still she took the other senshi’s hand in a quick, loose shake.
“Nice. Sure, you can call it that. Whatever. You look awful, maybe you should go home and take a proper shower.”

The teal senshi was just as soaked, if not more, but without a mirror she could only assume that she looked like her normal self, only wet. Really, she was doing this other senshi a favor by telling her she looked bad.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have my own plans and things to attend to. “ One being getting home and having a nice hot bath and maybe have a facial. But Pasiphae didn’t need to know that.

Without saying much else, Circe took a leap and quickly was off, jumping from roof to roof on her way home and away from the stick in the mud Pasiphae.