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For once, actually, Larimar wasn't actively committing a bloodless murder - generally whenever their enemies made an appearance, they were mid-draining or mid-starseed pull, which was supremely inconvenient and they had to hurry along their timetable (not that they had much of a timetable in the first place, but they were hardly the pinnacle of self-defense or physical strength; there was more to any art than brute force, and this was an art, if they lacked any weapons yet).

Of course, that clearly meant it was right about time for a Senshi to make his way into their business. They didn't have time to call upon the pretense of curiosity or acceptance - only annoyance. "If you wait to come down here I'll make sure to find a better knife," was the call, clipped and sharp. "Or you could find me one to make it all that much faster."

Larimar just looked pointedly, progressively unimpressed. "Claiming our jobs are done is boring. I'd much rather actually do my job." Having said that, they kicked out at his knees; Larimar did not have the sort of hands that were made for punching, and regardless of their theoretical knowledge of hand-to-hand combat they were really not that interested in practicing it right this minute with someone more powerful than them.

Cor Caroli was bigger, stronger, more powerful than Larimar was - but they had the kind of coltish build that only happened through genetics and being a late bloomer when it came to that final growth spurt, and that lent itself to dodging. One day they would be more on the offensive than this - but for safety's sake, that might be a rank away. Or two. (Hopefully only one.)

The dodge was more of a half-step away, pivoting on the ball of their foot; they lunged for him, then, a hand on his shoulder to drain because it was a good skill to practice mid-combat and also they felt kind of stupid.

Draining still took effort, focus, concentration; they'd seen Ashanite do it with barely a thought, but Larimar had no natural talent for it, sometimes distracted by trying to understand the mechanics of magic. "What do you think?"

It was hardly an actual question, and they pulled Cor Caroli's energy from him slowly, uninterested in the kill but still working on maintaining an air of 'capable, powerful'.

Larimar squinted at him a little, an incredulous flicker in their eyes. "Never try to be a comedian." Their nails dug into his shoulder harder than they needed to, focusing, brows furrowed to keep it still -- the drain had slowed, flickered almost out, when they'd talked. It needed a little extra effort to keep going.

Even if it felt like forever, though, eventually Larimar was done and they pulled away from Cor Caroli, pocketing all they'd taken. "You can leave first. I'm not interested in you trying to backstab me."