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Leucite was out on the prowl once again, though he had no quarry in mind this time. Instead, he was seeking potential prey. He'd picked a new part of town, as the dealers in his usual parts were getting super skittish and that meant that they brought firearms to play a lot faster. Having no desire to deal with another bullet wound, Leucite instead focused on finding new stomping grounds.

He perched above the city then, looking down at the lights below and debated taking the alleys. For now however, he was content to remain on the rooftops, scanning the area for potential order prey as well.

After all, prey was prey.

Noticed he was, and so, with very little prompting, Leucite moved from his perch toward the new target. It was a weaker signature than his own, but no sense in not putting the fear of God in someone.

So it was would be with very little warning that Leucite descended from the rooftop into the alley below, landing behind the page and smirking.

"You're in the wrong part of town kid." He muttered. "Smart move would be to get the hell out now."

Had the other male turned and ran, Leucite would have - probably - let him go. Maybe. Or at least let him go long enough to give him something to chase and extend the excitement of the hunt a bit longer. But seeing as he instead threw a fist at him instead, Leucite decided he'd give this one the benefit of the doubt.

Bringing his own right arm up, he brought his forearm in under the other male's punch to deflect it before jabbing out quickly at his opponent's ribs with his left. Start with body shots, wear them down. Grapple if you can.

Then start going for head shots when they're too tired to keep their hands up.

The kick to his knee got Leucite's attention. The guy had some force behind his hits, but then - you had to take hits to make hits. That was probably the one advantage he had over most. He was used to getting hit. When you stepped in the ring you were going to get hit. You accepted this fact and you powered through the pain. Still, the kick to his knee caused him to stagger a bit, and so he decided instead to just keep the momentum going.

As he stumbled forward he pressed on, his more stable foot moving behind to push his body more forward into a half-tackle. The next time his hand reached out it grabbed a hold of the vest and twisted the fabric, getting a firm grip as the other arm moved to try and wrap around the other male's side and back.

Time to hit the floor.

The nails that scratched against Leucite's face alerted him that he was not dealing with a garden variety fighter. This one was willing to do whatever it took to keep going and he had to give him props for that. Tossing his head back, he feinted acting like he was trying to keep his face away from the hand.

Only to bring it forward quickly, and mash the hard bony part of his forehead against the pinned man's nose, trying his damndest to make sure it hurt. The hand in the vest unhooked and he started to punch him in the ribs and side again - harder than before.

The other arm was pinned beneath the other man, and remained so, not trying to move too much right then as they scrapped on the ground.

Tenacity was not something he'd seen in his enemies usually. It actually made him feel quite sad really. But this one had fight in him, and that was good. Cussing a bit as the hand that had been trying to claw at his head cuffed him good upside it, he let out a small, pleased laugh.

"You'd make a good Officer, you know that?" He grinned, allowing the other male to squirm out from his grip and rolling away to give him a bit of breathing room.

"You really should think about fighting for the right side."

The sounds he'd heard from the other male had not been English, but that didn't mean he might not understand.

"You fight well, we could use you."

Leucite smiled and nodded at that. "It's a war, everyone is trying to kill everyone else. It saddens me that you don't see the right of our side. But no matter." He waved a hand dismissively.

"You've earned the chance to walk away from this fight now. Or we can follow it to its natural conclusion. Your choice." He crossed his arms over his chest, watching the other man, his stance was still active and ready to go if the page decided he'd rather fight than flee.

"This will be your only chance. The next time we meet I will fight you until one of us is dead."

It was an interesting stance to take, Leucite had to admit. But regardless, it was wrong. The Negaverse was righteous and that was all that really mattered. They were protectors of the planet, tasked to defend the greater good of all from the invading forces.

But semantics, semantics. Leucite bowed back, just as slightly. "You have my word I will not follow." He said firmly. "I do not break my word."

As he spoke of growing stronger, Leucite grinned and bowed his head. "Please, please do."

With that, he took a moment and teleported himself back onto the rooftop he had started the evening. Allowing himself to lean against the wall as he waited for the signature to vanish.