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Rutile stretched his lanky arms above his head, the belts of his outfit moving and jingling quietly as he did. Sometimes he hated that his outfit sounded an alarm for anyone with a good ear (or a Guardian Cat) to hear it. Other times it was handy; then he couldn't sneak up on another Negaverse Agent and accidentally get attacked. Not that it had happened yet, but he figured one day it probably would. Green eyes gazed out at the vastness of the city from a rooftop downtown.

It was night, the bars had closed considering it was the middle of the week, which meant it was prime time for draining energy. Maybe he could get lucky and drain a senshi tonight. Or just not run into one at all and he could drain quite a few civilians.

You never know unless you try. So with a leap down off the roof, Rutile landed quietly to scour the alleyways where he knew the more drunk people would be.

Energy suddenly flashed behind him and that's when he heard someone land. The agent whipped his head around and then jumped back even further, doing a very impressive flip (at least for him it was impressive) in order to put that much needed distance between himself and....

A child. He fought young senshi before but she looked like a child. He gave her a very unimpressed look and then a snort before putting his hands on his hips and shrugging. "You know, this and that." He drawled. What if he got senshi energy? That could be very useful, right? It'd get the higher ups off his back for a while? Rutile's grin spread even more. Maybe... he could talk his way out of a battle.

"Look, I'm really not doing anything. See?" He spread his hands and raised both brows. "I'm harmless."

Well crap-basket. She was going to attack, wasn't she? Rutile flinched because he knew (despite how young she looked) he was going to lose this battle. Lookit the wings on her! That was like, a senshi's ultimate form, right? They didn't get any higher than that, did they? How the hell was he supposed to fight a senshi's ultimate form with ******** WINGS?!

And then that smile crept on her face and Rutile started backtracking, stepping backwards awkwardly and quickly to try to get some distance between them. But she was fast. Surprisingly slow and he ended up falling back with the punch that landed straight on his already crooked nose. He was pretty sure he heard bone crunch as the blood blossomed and spilled down his face, causing the older man to curse and growl in pain. s**t. He tasted the copper tang of his own blood and the tears welled up. So what he did was open one eye and swing his fist while she was still close to return the favor in the same spot.

"s**t!"