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At the rate he was moving, Pomona was more likely to kill herself. Little to no progress had been made aside from perhaps a few inches, but really grass was not a mode of transport and he kept pulling out chunks of it. And it wasn't exactly stealthy and silent.

Even with damaged ribs, Sheldon probably could get up and get himself to safety. Sure, he was now realizing he had a low tolerance of pain and probably making all the kicking to seem worse than it was; though it was, it totally beat out all those old P.E. injuries he managed to acquire through highschool. But it was his pounding head that was really doing him in and making him want to hurl ... which made him want to travel as slow as possible.

Oh hell, he though through the haze, maybe he should just take his chances. (It was either throwing up or getting a hand through his chest again... which option seemed better). He knew physics, maybe creating enough momentum could get him a safer distance in a more likely time. (And given the two were still chatting it up, they still wouldn't notice). The boy swung his arm out as far as he could without hurting himself further and pulled with as much force as would allow.

Sheldon rolled over, a soft muffled expression of pain escaped his lips as he neared the edge of the retaining wall to the side of the chatting pair and promptly slipped off it to the ground below. A short distance thankfully but again garnered another 'ow' from him. At least the queasy feeling was gone, all to him throwing up finally but in his mouth. That taste was going to be with him the rest of the night. Awesome.

Pomona was getting increasingly frustrated and restless. She had never actually fought a Negaverse baddie, and she suspected that with her laughable attack that it wouldn’t go well for her, so she wasn’t exactly keen to give it a go. However, she couldn’t deny that as time passed, the likelihood of her having to fight was increasing. Couldn’t that pothead move a little faster? Sure, he was probably hurt, but if it was her she'd find the ability to run rather then rely on a girl in a sparkly tutu to save her.

“ Oh, tried a skirt before have you? You have to wear heels with ‘em or it isn’t the same.”

Damn. Pomona noticed how shorty glanced to the side, seeing his victim getting away ever so slowly. She suspected that her stalling time was up, and her suspicion was confirmed when shorty started swinging his jump rope.

“ I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

And Pomona would be a liar if she said that child’s toy didn’t sting like a bloody wanker. She hissed and flinched, skittering slightly to the side. Realizing that she’d given the shorty a better shot at the pothead, she ignored the throbbing in her side and brought her hands in front of her.

“ My turn, is it? Pomona Pepper Poppers!”

There were no sparkly lights, but the air in her hands did shimmer faintly before three peppers appeared. Shifting one to her right hand, she aimed as best she could before lobbing it towards the shorty’s chest. She wasn’t in the habit of doing target practice with produce, so she decided to aim for the widest target. Besides, she had two other peppers, as long as they didn’t have some sort of stupid, magically imposed expiration date.

Having fought more senshi than Pomona had with Negaversers, he felt he had a pretty good handle at attacks. These were usually either ones that affected him, being ways to keep him down on the ground and unable to move, or were all out ammunition, being lights and flashy colors that usually stung like hell in the end. This was the first time he had produce thrown at him, and when he saw the bright light, he had expected a attack of some sort of light. Not Peppers! It almost was absurd how ridiculous some of the senshi attacks were, and while he shouldn’t be one to talk, carrying a jump rope, vegetables just seemed a step too far. Soon they’d be throwing Dixie cups and small change, and then he’d just have to give up on trying to classify any of the senshi attacks in any sort of folder other than ‘completely nuts’.

While he was glad he hit her, even managed to get her to move aside, he stopped when he was hit. The pepper bounced off his chest before popping into a puff of seasoned smoke. It didn’t hurt, which startled him, and it wasn’t eye-raping, which was a relief. It was, however, a delayed attack, as he waited a few moments before he stepped back and waved his hands in front of his face, feeling the hot smoke start invading his eyes and already making them water.

“That has to be the most annoying attack ever, and I’ve been hit with a rainbow before.” Uh! It was all in his eyes. Wolfram stepped back several times to keep some space, not wanting to be close enough for her to land a punch, and took a hand up to start wiping his eyes with the cuff of his uniform. Now all he could smell was peppers and his eyes felt like someone just cut up a bunch of onions.

While one hand rubbed at each eye, taking turns from one to the other, he kept the other open and looking at the girl, his weapon held out just in case she moved to throw another one.

Magic peppers were new to Wolfram. Fighting was not. In comparison to the senshi, he had been patrolling and fighting much longer than she had. While the peppers stung, stinging his senses, it didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention. Blinding him was a good way to attack, but seeing as she didn’t have a weapon and this seemed to be it, she would be coming close. The moment she went at him, he instinctively blocked. Just because he couldn’t see perfectly right now didn’t mean he couldn’t feel his way around and land as many punches and kicks as he could.

For now, he tried blocking, stepping back and preparing to hold his ground as two more peppers landed, one at his middle and the other at his chest. It sent another little puff of spicy smoke up, but he didn’t bat it away as he blinked back wet tears to a flash of red racing towards him. His first thought was hold firm and hopefully not get thrown to the ground.

He had expected a punch or a tackle, but not a kick to the legs. It was more surprising than the peppers, and he cursed himself for forgetting that possibility. While sturdy on his legs, he was still skinny and not made of pure muscle. Negaverse boost or not, he still couldn’t hold himself firm enough to a swipe of the legs, and he stumbled before falling back into the dirt. The hard pain in his backside was quickly followed by him looking up, giving a fear glare bordered by hot tears. It almost made him look genuinely hurt, but he was more downright furious at himself form falling down to such a green senshi and for not showing his best during a fight that should have been easy.

Now she was close, something that didn’t escape him, and he threw his weapon at her legs to either hurt them or tangle his weapon around them.

There was no hiding how satisfied he was to see her fall, and he yanked on the rope just for kicks. It wouldn’t be long till they were both scrambling to get up, and without knowing how many of those irksome peppers she had, he wanted to get this entire fight done and over with. She had successfully pissed him off enough for a night, and he felt a starseed was a good way to at least smooth things over. If not that, he could at least leave her with more bruises. Something that said he wasn’t someone to be messed, toyed, joked with, or underestimated. It was a shuffling in the dirt to get over to her, and he was reaching out for her tied up ankle, reading to yank her closer when he heard the siren.

His hand was gripping her exposed leg, reading to start what was sure to be a ruff and tumble fight, but his head turned and perked when he heard the warning noise. A noise that said you were either going to be saved or were in deep trouble if you didn’t start hauling some a** all depending on what exactly you were doing when you heard the siren. For Wolframite, nothing that the cops would understand, and with reports of cops being armed and read to take down terrorist, he wasn’t about to test how bulletproof his uniform was.

Turning back, he looked at the girl, and then both his hand and the jump rope vanished from her legs. He stood up, the weapon now gone, dissolved back into what was unofficially termed Nega-space, and looked around at the civilian that was barely making progress in escaping. The fight wasn’t nearly over, yet had to be cancelled due to law enforcement. Damn. Double Damn.

“You got real lucky. Both of you. I’d like to see your little peppers work on me the next time we meet.” He looked back at the road, hearing the sirens rising in volume. “…for now, have fun with the cops.” With that, he turned and jumped away, rising up to a nearby roof and then leaping off as fast as he could away from the flashing red and blue lights and to the nearest fountain to rinse out his eyes.

It was simple to say that Sheldon had simply zoned out during the fight, not like he could see it. He could easily hear it - which got boring since he had no idea what was going on - and he could certainty smell the faint scent of peppers wafting through the air. what had gone on was lost to him, but it seemed like the increasing sound of sirens was what was going to end it.

Sheldon squinted up at the red head as he rolled from his little crevice to face her. He coughed once, hoping to have a voice and responded, "I should be fine... hopefully." Although his joint was long lost now in the grass, the police were sure to find something off about him. "You guys get a bad rap as it is," He continued slowly, recalling what Libra had explained to him, "wouldn't want to get you in trouble or anything." He offered her a goofy grin, even though he looked a little pitiful on the ground.

The sirens were now stopping, though lights were still turning atop the car that had spotted the commotion. Two doors were slammed closed, indicating the patrol-men were getting closer. Sheldon let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, a moment's pause, "Thanks for saving me... I guess?" He offered to the Sailor Soldier, unsure if she was still even there.