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Really, with how few the signs and sounds of life were currently to be noted as out and about at this time of night, or day (she'd admit to having lost track of time, if she were more honest with herself), Aptera had to wonder for a moment why she was keeping to the shadows.

But one word shot through the relative silence of the night, a sudden call for help that was cut short for whatever reason. Perhaps it was an uncanny reminder that was inadvertently the result of a late night crime, a crime she might very well witness once she located it. And from the chaotic presence that struck her senses now, it was a magical crime with dangerous possibilities she would be finding her way to. But first, she looked around for a makeshift weapon.

She was in an alley at present and wouldn't you know it, right next to a dumpster. She hadn't noticed the sight and smell of it right away since the yell had sounded just as she had darted into the shadowed space. But there was a mop that caught her eye, leaning against one wall, abandoned, she supposed, after much use. Yet, it being light upon her lifting it told her the mop was dry and she was thankful that she didn't need to deal with any additional weight and mess had its last use been more recent, leaving it wet.

Amazingly, while going from ground level to rooftop, she noticed now that seconds had started feeling like ages all of a sudden as well. Then, she only needed to jump across one gap between the roof of one building which she had just scaled in one leaping bound and that of the other beside it to accomplish her search for the source of the brief sound in alarm she thought herself lucky to have caught at all. And this is because, upon reaching the other end of the new building and looking down the edge, within the gap there was the captive prey being drained and the hunter collecting energy.

Aptera made short work of jumping down beside, wow yet unsurprisingly of course, another dumpster; perhaps it was of some aid in obstructing the view of the crime from the sidewalk beside this alley. And then she swung the mop in her hold so that it sounded against said dumpster next to the two individuals she was now in the company of.

"If it's a means to vent any confusion, anger, or other troubled emotions you're looking for, how about you let that person leave then we can have a more evenly matched fight maybe and be good sports about it? I can even exclude the mop."

Aptera next paused for a moment while maintaining alertness after her both firmly and calmly spoken greeting, debating whether or not to say or do anything else as of yet.

Aptera's gaze narrowed as it continued to gradually take in the scene before her, which included an unconscious body and some sort of sphere having been pocketed.

Memories of the battlefield she had experienced in Negaspace came back to her, anger rose above her emotions, and yet she attempted to stay in control, to not let her temper get the best of her. And if she was really more honest with herself, she was notably irritated at herself and at the fact that her head had taken a second there to specifically go: woah, a life form's been detected and confirmed to be preying on another; and the predator is a good-looking guy. If that was the mental sound of her biological clock ticking or something along those lines that she was getting too familiar with, she needed to rectify her life more so her grip on her sanity is less likely to slip.

She wanted to proceed with as clear a mind as she could muster.

"Admittedly, I'd now prefer you both to be unconscious on an ambulance ride to a hospital," Aptera swung the mop in hand firmly as she moved it into a position of preparation. "But also I intend to use no more force than necessary to do so as my aim of knocking you out long enough for that to happen entails." And then, she charged, floppy bundle of strands of said mop leading, at the Chaos agent's torso forcefully.

Aptera drew in a sharp breath with her effort to retaliate against parting with the added aid of the mop as a makeshift weapon. However, she admitted to herself that her opponent had used momentum well to his advantage at accomplishing what she attempted not to let happen.

She exhaled the puff of air she had been holding in when the handle left her hold. And, she glared at the reason why. Then as she stood in a readily braced stance with fists raised for punching, part of her couldn't help but hope that it would conceal the sudden alarm that was now also gradually growing inside her as she mentally scrambled in search of what more she could possibly resort to next along with the gradual increase in speed of her still quietly rhythmic breathing.