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Leucite had found that patrolling near the Destiny City University Campus granted him a near bumper crop of energy - and (un)fortunately a few starseeds as well. Thankfully none this evening, he was hoping the dealers were getting the hint and avoiding the DCU campus.

He'd been stalking a female student who was walking home from the campus. She was about to hit a dark patch of the block, where one of the streetlamps had lost its bulb. Leucite had decided that this would be his chance to drag her into the shadows and take her energy.

As she entered the patch of inky black, he jumped down to the street and quickly grabbed her by the hair, clamping a hand over her mouth and dragging her deeper into the shadows.

"Scream or struggle and you will die."

It was all he ever had to say. Keeping his aura sense up, he placed his hand on the girls chest and began to absorb her energy. Hoping to add it to the other two orbs he'd gather that evening.

He was glad he had been paying attention to that new sense that becoming a Negaverse agent had brought, because he'd felt the sudden birth of order energy nearby. So he had not been caught unawares - this time - when he heard the senshi barking at him to put the girl down.

He remained silent as he finished his task, allowing the now unconscious girl to slip to the ground, while he pocketed the energy. It was only then did he turn an acknowledge the senshi.

Looking her over, he shook his head slowly and clicked his tongue, his booted feet moving him slowly across the ground of the alley as he sized up the girl. "I have to say - I think that's the first time I've ever been complimented by one of your kind."

Words were important - as was tone with dealing with these... people.

"So I will be generous. If you leave now, and do not bother me for the rest of the evening, I will let you walk away with your pretty little face intact. I will not maim you, I will not kill you, and I might actually let you walk away without hurting you at all."

One step closer, then another, slow, deliberate. What did he have to fear form a senshi?

Nothing.

"You are not the first of your kind I have encountered - nor I doubt the last. Each of you has been quite the annoyance. Interrupting my work. This energy doesn't go to waste you know - it goes into better protecting this world... from you and your ilk."

He was almost within arm's reach now, allowing the full six feet of his frame to cut the form of the noble - if beleaguered - hero.

"So then - will you go run off into the night, tail tucked between your legs?" He finally reached out, cupping her chin in his hand and forcing her to make eye contact. "Or do I have to brutalize your pretty little body until you don't even remember who you are? There are things I can do to you - things you couldn't even dream of..." His voice was cold and dark - full of hate and loathing. "And I wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt, because torturing you would only serve the greater good."

His grip tightened on her chin as his lips curled into a dark and angry sneer. "So then, will you try to fight me? You have one shot - better hope you take me down."

"Otherwise you're probably going to die."

Well then, game on! Leucite was true to his word, letting her punch directed at his abdomen land true. He said he'd give her one shot and he meant it. He was not unused to punches being thrown at him - both powered and unpowered. Allowing his abs to contract right before the blow struck, he managed to sap some of the bite out of the punch. It also probably felt like Medea was punching a wall instead of a body - but that wasn't any of his concern.

Once her hit landed, he grunted and brought his head hard forward, aiming to impact his forehead against the crown of her own skull. A dirty move - but Leucite was never one to fight fair.

One hand also went to trap her arm against his body, aiming to twist her wrist and lock her in place even as his other hand gripped at her outfit. He was going to try and get her on the ground - from there she would be at his mercy.

Then she would learn you never messed with the Negaverse.

Leucite was about to close in for the kill when she did her little magic. It reminded him why he hated magic - of any kind. Growling as his eyes refused to move from his top, he was forced to let her go or have to twist his neck in such a way that was physically impossible.

He stopped moving and just stared at his top, trying very hard to focus on something else. It was almost impossible, he could break his eyes from it for a second before they were drawn right back in.

So he sat and waited, knowing that it would wear off eventually, and when it did.

Oh she was in for a world of hurt.

After about twenty seconds of listening to his opponent skitter around the alley, Leucite finally found himself able to tear himself away from his uniform. That had been moderately annoying, so he quickly jerked his head up to start looking for his target again.

Spotting her making a break for the main road, he didn't care about the other girl - he'd already gotten what he wanted from her. Now it was time to show this senshi why she didn't mess with the Negaverse and make them look like fools.

Charging her, he lowered his shoulder slightly in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. This was going to get ugly - and fast.

When Leucite got within tackling distance of the girl he allowed himself to leap forward, arms outstretched to tackle the female to the ground. He was going to ensure that she learned the hard way that you didn't mess with the Negaverse. But he wasn't going to hurt her physically. No - that was too easy.

He'd mess with her mind as much as he could though, sow the seeds of doubt. Instill as much fear in her as he could. Maybe drain her energy a bit if he could manage it, he'd have to see how much she struggled. He'd had to resort to hurting his new toy so soon - but he would do what he must.

But first, he had to bring her down, and hard, so that he could do as he pleased with her.

Really? When the girl collapsed onto the ground and covered her head with her hands like frightened child, Leucite couldn't hold back to snort of derision. Pathetic. Why were they always pathetic. Begging, whimpering and simpering about how they could all be friends and they could all get along without hurting each other.

Bullshit. It was the biggest load of bullshit he'd ever heard. This was a war, a war over the fate of the planet and to imagine that it could have any other outcome than the total annihilation - or better yet - conversion of either side, was foolish at best and hopelessly idealistic at worst.

Pulling the girl by her ankle toward him, his hand moved for her throat as he tried to roll her onto her back, his knee moving to try and pin her down to the pavement.

"Oh, but we do..." Leucite purred darkly, his voice growing husky and low. "We can never be friends... Not unless you chose to join us - and frankly you're not worthy." He sneered down at her as he licked his lips.

"So I'm going to hurt you in the worst way possible..."

He'd leave that to her imagination.

"But when I'm done, you'll wish I had just killed you..."

Finally some fight out of her. Leucite was pleased by this - most pleased. He felt the knee impact his gut, and leaning into it, he allowed his fingers to squeeze her throat as his body spasmed, the air being driven out of his diaphragm. The important thing was to keep a firm grip on her throat, keeping up enough pressure to not completely cut her airway, but make it really hard to breathe.

He didn't want to kill her, or render her unconscious. He wanted her awake - he wanted her scared and thrashing and panicked. He wanted to see the realization that she could easily be killed bloom in her eyes and that pure sweet innocence that there was any other outcome than killing her foes be swallowed up.

He wanted her to beg and plead and cry for her life. But most of all - he wanted her to fight.

She was fighting back now -but how long she would, or could, do so was yet to be seen. Her knee had hurt, and he forced air back into his lungs as he moved his hand from her ankle to grab the knee and push it away, moving his body to try and keep her pinned to the ground as best he could.

He realized how terrible this would look to any passerby. What it might occur to her what he was planning to do. But he didn't care about the perception of the event. He wanted to break her spirit.

Only then could the real fun begin.