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It had been a s**t night and Kavinsky had been in a s**t mood when he decided to test his luck (because the night couldn't get any worse right? HA!) let the magical glamour slide over him.

The night was colder than he liked, even for his cold raised blood, and even more so when he considered that he was in a pair of ******** spandex shorts that were brighter than a traffic cone and some weird toga thing. He was practically stomping forward, hands balled into fists and wearing perhaps the angriest expression to have graced his grumpy cat face in a long while.

Frankly, he wanted to put his fist through the wall and was trembling from the effort of refraining from doing just that.

He didn't understand the cold, dread that washed over him until he spotted the fluttering of dark blue fabric. Well ********/>"ебать," he hissed between teeth.

He ******** hated this stupid good verse evil bullshit that Invidia had dragged him into against his will. (He liked to pointedly ignore the fact that he accepted the pen at all and still powered up despite how much trouble it caused him.) "Oh, so you've got time for hellos," he grunted, leaping back as she came at him, palm slapping against his chest with slightly less force than intended.

He grunted in response, teeth gritting together as he glared at her, struggling to breath from the impact to his sternum.

"Go to hell, Cука." He snarled, drawing both arms up defensively before sliding forward with a one-two punch.

Icarus wanted to know what drugs the chick was on because she was speaking in a manner he deemed crazy and was quite ready to be forced to deal with. She had managed to successfully avoid his well thrown punches.

s**t.

"иди к черту," Icarus sneered, purposely continuing in his father's mother language even though he had spent too long without using it that his pronunciation suffered slightly.

He hurried forward, lashing out with a kick, trying to take advantage of his height.

As a general rule of thumb, Icarus didn't like hitting women. Well, frankly, he didn't like hitting people in general unless they were unforgivable assholes, or, more likely, they had picked a fight with him. Because of this, he grimaced a bit when his sandaled foot connected with her side.

The moment passed quickly then he realized that she'd grabbed a hold of his leg. Gray eyes widening in surprise and apprehension, he yanked back, but not quick enough.

Her dust slapped him right in his face, inducing a coughing fit even as he swung wildly just so she would let go. "Cука."

Because he couldn't see, Icarus was unable to properly defend himself against the annoying girl. Her feet connected with his chest, heels pressing against the fabric of his toga with enough force to tear and scrape across the skin of his chest.

He went down with a thud, a string of Russian curses spilling out of his mouth loud and angry.

“Damn it, boy,” came a rushed, angry voice from the distance, muttered under the breath of a maine coone and accompanied by a string of angry slurs. Invidia seldom had to work so hard to keep someone alive and the Senshi of Flight was certainly was putting her to the mettle. It was her constant thought as her wide, dark paws beat against the pavement, propelling her forward like a giant, fluffy torpedo.

Sure, she had wanted him to learn to love the fight but she certainly had not wanted him to be foolish.

With her jade eyes narrowing in on the senshi currently holding Icarus down on the ground, the fur along the mauvian’s back rose in a show of anger and a growl rumbled behind her clenched teeth in unison. She came to a dead stop meters from them with both of her strong feet planted against the pavement and it was only a split second later that the high energy beam shot from the star planted squarely on her forehead. In that moment, the mauvian was concentrating all of that anger and annoyance into one attack - and her target was the girl currently trying to destroy her newest recruit.

He had too much potential to let him become a snack for Metallia.

Taking a starseed from another senshi was by far the most painful thing she had exprienced as well, and the effort from trying to maintain it in one piece as well as hold him down AS WELL as make sure he didn't hurt her was, in the least amount of words to say, hard.

He could take her arm and try to move it, but with how deep she had ventured now...She could almost feel the small piece of him in her palm.

The focus was so intense that she didn't see the order cat, with its glowing star. When the beam hit, she made a small sound of surprise and pain, knocking her off Icarus and blinding her. Her hands dug into the ground as she tried to regain well, ANYTHING to keep her balanced. <********." Was the small word that escaped. She had failed now. She was gonna get hurt. What did she do Laby?