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For the last five years, Melody didn't have much of a reason to power up. Sure there were youma running amok and evil chaos agents to be wary of. But just knowing they were there was enough to avoid them and not put herself in a position where they might be a threat. Simple things such as sticking to a crowd, not being out after certain hours which was significantly harder in the colder seasons.

However, it seemed that running into Sava the night before had sparked something in her. Perhaps it was a simple curiosity; before her purification the two had ran into each other multiple times on the rare occasion Melody powered up. Then again maybe it was because she had been feeling lonely for a long enough time that the prospect of having a friend, one she didn't have to hide this powered stuff from, kind of excited her in a way.

A part of her had hoped Sava was out patrolling as well, or perhaps someone else she could chat with for a while.

That hope was unfortunately quickly dashed when the first aura she sensed immediately set off internal alarms that had her turning on her heel and grabbing fistfuls of fabric to hike up her skirt so she could run away from whomever, or whatever, was now chasing after her. She was too exposed out here, no crowd around to blend in with so she could power down.

"s**t, s**t s**t..." she hissed through clenched teeth.

Naturally, the first time she broke her routine was the first time she ran into someone of the opposite faction... again. However, she was certain that lightening wouldn't strike twice and that this time she wouldn't be lucky enough to be threatened to take them to her wonder again.

The wide-eyed surprised look on Einhornhohle's face was impossible to miss with how the whites of her eyes could be seen around her lavender irises as she took a staggered step sideways, nearly tripping over the hem of her dress .

She looked down and in her hand hung a swath of silken frabric that had been cut clean from her skirt. Her gaze then traveled to the hip-high cut that split the side of her dress exposing both her ankle and thigh in a manner that might made a passerby have some unsavory or questionable thoughts about what was going on here..

With one fell swipe of of that sharp pointed axe, the Captian had managed to turn her brides maid looking attire into a lady of the knight and Einhornhohle was equal parts irate as she was embarassed by this fact. She grit her teeth and leveled a pointed stare at the woman and almost growled "How about neither."

Her other hand balled into a fist at her side and as she made a motion to swing at the agents face, her weapon, a golden tealight lanter, appeared.

Growing up with three older brothers had its advantages. On one hand they taught her how to fight, how to properly throw a punch, and how to fall if someone tried to knock her over. They all liked to rough house and while they rarely ever tried to hurt each other, accidents happened and only rarely was there the intentional blow to not only ones pride but their handsome faces.

On the downside, it meant that she hated to be treated like a weakling, detested being looked down upon and livid at the idea of giving up or admitting defeat.

Rather than let out an unfeminine snarl, Einhornhohle smirked and with her other hand that still gripped the fabric, she swung low aiming for the agents gut. Adrenaline was an amazing response to moments of fight or flight, however it could only take someone so far when they were running low on fuel. It felt like she was moving under water and some unseen weight was causing her movements to become sluggish.

The second swing fell short and she stumbled back a few steps with a perplexed expression. "What... what did you do?" Running for such a short distance shouldn't have made her feel this sluggish; she wasn't this out of shape... was she?