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Watching people became much more interesting when one became involved in an interplanetary war. It provided new opportunities and vantage points. At the moment, that was all Serpentine was doing--moving from roof to roof and watching the people below. Yes, partially he was training, increasing his stamina and getting better at calculating the distance between jumps for more stable landings. But that allowed him the luxury of indulging his hobby as well... and he hadnever been the kind to shy away from any advantage offered in a situation.

He was near the park when he felt a twinge of Chaos energy. Wiping some sweat away from his brow with his sleeve, the lieutenant was momentarily tempted to ignore it. He did not for one reason: it reminded him of Remarque. While he had no desire to meet the puppeteer again any time soon... if there were more Senshi like him, then Serpentine wanted to know it. Any Senshi in his path was an enemy anyway, and he could not let the enemy go unheeded. With that thought, he leapt down from the building and made his way closer to the playground area, the source of the aura that had caught his attention.

Serpentine huffed when he saw the individual. A gray-clad Senshi playing around on child equipment... for some reason. He hardly seemed a challenge, but the lieutenant had thought that about opponents before. Better to gauge his reaction and then go in for a strike. From his position in the bushes, he threw his snake towards his soon-to-be-opponent. Even if this new Senshi was not afraid of snakes it would at least catch his attention and act as a distraction.

Serpentine regarded the Dark Moon Senshi with amusement, a smirk appearing on his face. No, this one was nowhere near as powerful--or capable--as Remarque, as far as he could see. Trippiing over his own feet, being drawn easly into what was (to him) an obvious distraction... perhaps his patience would finally pay off, and he would emerged a victor from this battle?

The lieutenant dashed out from the bushes now that his opponent was suitably distracted. Kicks had served him better than punches, so the soccer player turned to them now. He aimed directly for the Senshi's back, offering not even a warning challenge. He was not, however, being especially stealthy; the rustle of leaves, or his own energy signature, could easily betray him and give his enemy a heads up and a chance to dodge.

Pathetic. More pathetic, in fact, then the lieutenant had expected. The kick connected solidly enough, sending the gray-clad Senshi into the ground where he belonged. He stayed there too, on his hands and knees, and Serpentine merely snorted at his greeting.

The Negaverse officer did not rest on his laurels. Senshi had proven difficult to keep down before... and he would not fail again. He drew back for another kick and recalled his toy snake to his hand. He may need it before the fight was done.

Serpentine grunted whenever his opponent successfuly caught his foot, and the force of the stopped kick made him fall backwards onto the cold ground. The grip on his 'weapon' tightened, and a scowl covered his face.

This mewling little git had managed to floor him?! Bruised pride swelled within the lieutenant, and he began to lash about, trying to free his foot from the Senshi's grip. He finally spoke, but his voice was a snarl, "All Senshi are my enemy!"

He threw his newly reacquired snake towards his opponent's face, hoping for another distraction to aid him in getting free.

The rubber snake clearly missed its mark, but at least the lieutenant was free once again! He sprung back to his feet now that he was able, unconciously brushing snow and cold mud from his uniform. Serpentine knew that the battle was not lost, courtesy of his opponent's unwillingness to fight.

He clearly heard what Virtus was saying. Dark Mirror--like Remarque, then. Chaos? Yes, he knew that from the aura. But a Senshi was a Senshi--and Senshi were the enemy. He threw a fist towards Virtus along with two words spat out, "Friends? Never!"

Serpentine smiled when his fist connected solidly, circling around his opponent in order to be certain that he was down. When the gray-clad Senshi did not rise, he took that as a sign that he was down for the count, as a boxer would say.

Now the gold clad lieutenant had all the time in the world to savor his victory, and he took the time to do so. He adjusted his hat to its proper position. He kept his eye on his motionless prize as he retrieved his rubber snake--manually this time. Any excuse to stay around just a little longer and commit his victory to memory. He made no move to kill him or to rough him up any further; it would have been wasted effort. Winning was enough. He had proven his point, and this Senshi, at least, had paid enough for now.

It was enough. Some sort of peace welled in him at last. His training and dedication were finally shining through, as he had always known they would. Every defeat had been a stepping stone to this moment. Serpentine chuckled lowly as he stalked away from the unconcious Dark Mirror Senshi. Victory was not sweet. It was the salt of sweat and blood, but it was his. And that was more than enough.