His meetings with Sailor Kari and Captain Cavansite had caused him to think and wonder, mostly about his future with the Negaverse. While staying under the radar had its perks, he felt that being unremarkable for too long would draw attention in its own way. He didn't particularly feel like being censured by his superiors at this point, so he figured he had to step it up. But how...?
He had yet to get into an actual fight in his entire time with the Negaverse. (That business in the Rift didn't count. He was incapacitated for most of it.) Perhaps it was time to start hunting, engage in a little fisticuffs. Maybe prove that the edges of a tube of toothpaste could indeed hurt. (He was very sure about this.)
He was using a rooftop as a vantage point when he felt the vague prickle of an Order aura below. It didn't feel like a senshi, so it was most likely a Knight. A Page, more specifically. As the aura drew closer, he took a deep breath, and then dropped down onto the street below, hoping to get the jump on the Page.
Sleet Tempest Snape
