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Reeling back from the weight of the attack, Hestia shifted her weight into the motion, spinning to kick the smaller body of the youma, hard enough to send if flying across the construction yard and into a piece of rebar. Watching the dust settle across the ground, the maid senshi straightened up and brushed off her hands, feeling a little empty at the fight simply being...over.

Belatedly, she registered the nearby energy signature, only a little disappointed that it belonged to a fellow Order senshi.

Looking up at the other senshi with a smile, Hestia gave her a small bow. "I'm very good, thank you, Miss." A glance at the pile of dust, she added, "I'm afraid it was a very weak youma."

She sighed, and there was a look of longing on her face. Distantly, she thought of the Negaverse general that had been at the bank, fighting long after they should and absolutely feral with it.

Turning that look on the other senshi, Hestia asked, "I don't suppose you noticed any other chaos signatures in the area?"

Thinking about it as she sized Angelica up, Hestia gave a slow nod, eyes brightening. "A spar would be wonderful. I...."

Her smile faltered, "Yes...no? I am, but I'm also trying not to." She gave a gusty sigh, "It's so much easier to just hit things." For a moment, she closed her eyes, inhaled, then exhaled. Opening them once more, she gave Angleica a solemn look, "I'm Hestia, the senshi of Housekeeping."

Separating her feet into a more balanced and ready position, she lifted her chin, "So let's make it easy for a bit, if you will?"

Even as she was dodging, Hestia grinned at the smoothly integrated attack call. Sailor Angelica seemed to have a bit of heel in her, a trait she hadn't seen in many senshi. At least not in a long time.

Arm up and covering her face, although the projectiles weren't fully dodged, they were at least blocked. On the one hand, they didn't hit where they'd do the most damage, but on the very literal other hand was the green smoke that rose up. The smell was intense, immediate, and overwhelming.

With a cough, Hestia shook out her arm and lifted the unharmed hand to her brooch. "Time to shine," she wheezed before a blinding beam of light shot out of the smoke toward Angelica.

Even as she finished the call, the maid senshi was rushing toward Angelica, closing the gap in a black and white blur.

The attack from the front didn't come, Hestia instead taking advantage of Angelica's moment of blindness to move just to the side of her. Not so much stopping as turning and carrying the momentum into a roundhouse kick, not unlike what she'd just treated the youma to earlier, aimed at the other's upper thigh.

Rather than declaring friendship right off, Hestia decided to have a moment of caution and ask the important questions, "Tell me, Miss Angelica, are you a fan of Don Diablos?"

The shoulder check threw Hestia's balance and rather than scrambling to stay upright, she tangled one of Angelica's legs with of hers to try and take the other down with her.

"Then we can be friends," Hestia grunted after hitting the ground.

Angelica would be treated with a grim little chuckle and then..."Two out of three."

It was just the start of a very long night.