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"Three guys walk into a bar... " a low voice murmured from the darkness, punctuated by a laugh, soft at first, but growing louder. Penikisite had been waiting for the right target, the right people, the right thrill. He'd taken two people already, but a group of three, all drunk, yes, but fairly big and probably a bit more of a challenge than the others had been.

He wondered if anyone would miss them when they were gone.

More interesting, he could sense another energy signature. Something new. Something powerful.

Good. Let's see what it does, he thought to himself, already howling louder with laughter as he flung himself from the shadows to attack, the men howling and shouting as he made quick work of making them bleed, bones snapping in his wake.

It didn’t take long to incapacitate them. Less time than he’d even predicted. He supposed his past ventures before any of this, while they’d each individually lost their thrall over time, had done a fitting job of building him up to what really mattered.

He wondered what kind of show this was making for his audience, perfectly aware he was being watched. And when it was all said and done, he turned and gave a dramatic bow, a splash of red contrasting the white paint on his face. When he straightened, Penikisite was still grinning - barely beyond laughter even then.

“So, what did you think? - care for an encore?”

His tongue flicked out of the corner of his mouth, moistening the skin there. “I perform for my own enjoyment - it’s not often I have a voyeur looking on.” His own team aside, but they were hardly voyeurs. They were companions. They were gravity when he went too high.

They were not here now, and she was. His grin grew wider still, heart thumping hard with anticipation. It’d been awhile since he’d gotten his hands on a senshi. Not since around Christmas. Although this one wasn’t quite like them. “You’re not negaverse, “ he stated rather than questioned, cracking his knuckles and sauntering a little closer. “What are you, then?”

He was asking. But he didn’t honestly care that much. “You’re right, of course - but they’re not what I meant by an encore.” Peniskite laughed, then, snatching a bottle off the ground to fling at her.

He'd hoped there was something to the power he felt radiating off her - not like the general who'd awoken him, but still powerful, powerful enough. Penikisite had never come up against someone like this before. He desperately wanted there to be some bite to go with her bark.

He was not disappointed.

The blow landed squarely, knocking the wind out of him and briefly doubling him over before he jumped a short distance away. And without air in his lungs, he couldn't exactly laugh, but there was this horrible wheezy mockery of it already bubbling on his lips as he jumped right in for another taste of it.

He was ******** alive.

"Hardly, " he snapped back, just before her fist sailed smack into the side of his face with a resounding, sickening crack. It was like an explosion going off, his vision going dark as his eyes shut by reflex, his entire body rocked off its axis. He fell in a heavy heap on the ground, the taste of copper flooding his mouth before he even hit the ground.

Initially, he was dazed - no one had ever hit him like that before. The one eternal senshi had, that one time, but it'd only clipped him. Left him with a fat, split lip and nothing more.

This was well beyond that. There was more to this - he drew his hand to his mouth and spat, his eyes widening when he saw a flash of white amount the red.

She'd knocked his tooth out. Number 6. Maxillary canine. Clean out.

His lips curled, blood dripping from lip and the gap in his mouth alike - and he was laughing, not only because it'd been so unexpected, his blood pumping and every nerve alive with the shock of the moment, but more than that - he was a dentist and he'd just had his damn tooth knocked out. The laughter got louder and louder, the crimson mess trickling down his chin and onto his uniform.

The roots were intact, which boded well. He swiped it lightly with his thumb, spat a mouthful of blood to a side, and shoved it back into his gums, laughter briefly broken by a hiss as he settled it back in place. He'd need to stop by the office on the way home, make sure he'd set it right, prepare a splint for it.

Later. "I hope you're not a one-hit wonder, " he sneered as he pulled himself back up to his feet, honestly ready to pick right up where they'd let off.