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Foramen's eyebrows rose as Chaonis identified Moonstone as the one he wanted revenge on. Foramen had only been throwing out names - he hadn't expected to hit the target. Though he was not surprised that Moonstone was causing such a fuss again. For all that she was two ranks below Tanzanite, Moonstone had a load of batshit crazy that made her more dangerous than most other Lieutenants out there.

"Been there, done that," he told Chaonis. "She did the same to a friend of mine, once. Got to wait through a short coma to see how things would work out. Not fun, dude."

Foramen felt his pain. Or thought he did, since he had no way of knowing that Chaonis' friend was actually Chaonis' dad. Foramen totally got sitting through a parent lying in hospital, too. His experience hadn't ended as well as Chaonis'. But they weren't sharing that much information.

Still, what they were admitting to was a slight bond. It made Foramen a touch less angry over their introduction. Chaonis was allowed to act all PMSy after such a thing - Foramen certainly hadn't been at his best while Zac was hospitalised.

"b***h broke my arm, too," he added after another few leaps across buildings. "Kind of a mean weapon, for a starter Nega, that mask. Thought they all got useless crap."

A smirk grew on Foramen's face. He approved of Chaonis' sentiments entirely. In fact, he found himself hoping he'd be there to watch when Chaonis and his devastating attack took on the lower-levelled Moonstone. Perhaps he'd bring some popcorn.

He felt the presence just before Chaonis paused and pointed downwards. Youma. The smirk grew. It wouldn't be quite as satisfying as beating up on a real person, of course, but it was still a nice outlet for their frustrations.

"Play time," Foramen agreed, tossing his hair back.

He quietly slipped off the roof, down into the alley. It was hell to hold still for the short time it took his eyes to adjust. Ah well, it gave Chaonis time to follow him down. Foramen might even let the other senshi have first strike. As long as there was enough left for Foramen to practice his limb-slicing rift technique.

It seemed that boys would be boys, even if one of them technically had a sash-skirt-type-thing over the top of his pants. Like a pair of pre-teens, they were suddenly co-conspirators as soon as there was something else to face down. And just like boys, everything else was forgotten as soon as the first punch was thrown.

Foramen was determined to prove himself, after all of Chaonis' ragging on his power before. In the excitement of battle, it was no longer an irritated 'I'll prove you wrong' determination. More of an invitation to see just what kind of mischief Foramen could really get up to.

So when Chaonis leapt in first and threw a punch, Foramen was already calculating his moves around the other senshi. The punch was clearly going to connect, in which case the youma would be knocked as the respective angle of the swing - which Foramen took note of as Chaonis let fly - and there was roughly a 90% probability that the youma would do what any human in the same circumstances would do...

Angles set, Foramen lifted a hand and said, "Foramen Rift, Slice!"

A rift slashed into being in the air behind and to the side of the youma.

Chaonis' fist slammed into the youma's face. The youma fell backwards, angled slightly since the hit had contained a bit of swing from one side. Trying to regain it's balance, the youma windmilled its' arms, and... There! One arm fell into the rift, which Foramen abruptly cut off.

The howl that filled that air and echoed through the alley drowned out the splat of the severed arm dropping to the ground a few feet away.

Filled wth pride, Foramen shot his companion a fierce grin. Not only had his attack and calculations worked, but Chaonis had also been forced to see just how useful Foramen's ability could be. He still had yet to test it on something that wasn't a youma (he deeply regretted not giving it a try in Elysion), but that could come later. For now, it was enough to have an alternative to dropping trash cans on peoples' heads.

Chaonis immediately followed up the loss of the arm with a kick. He seemed to know his way around hand to hand fighting - first punching, now kicking, all of it miles above Foramen's own attempts at physical attacks. Foramen was faintly envious. Perhaps he'd ask for tips. Later, that was. For now, they still had a youma to take down.

At least it was on the ground after Chaonis' kick. Moving in closer so that his view wasn't blocked, Foramen focused on the remained arm. "Foramen Rift," he said. The youma moved faster than anticpated, springing back onto it's feet. "Slice!"

There was another splat of severed flesh. Unfortunately this time it was only half of the claws off the remaining hand. The enraged monster howled and backhanded Foramen, who was still too close. The redhead was slammed across the alley. Thudding into the wall of the a building, he gasped for breath. Instead, metallic liquid filled his mouth. Foramen spat frantically, wiping at his face with his gloves.

"Youma blood. Ick," he coughed out. The worst of the blood came off, smearing his face and revealing two scratches from the youma's claws. Nothing too serious, if you didn't count more bruising on Foramen's back. Privately, the senshi wondered if he'd make it past twenty-five without doing some kind of permanent damage to it - it seemed like everyone's favourite target lately.

Aware that the youma was still up, enraged, and sporting claws and teeth, Foramen struggled back to his feet. He couldn't leave everything to Chaonis, after all.

Normally Foramen would have argued at being told to stay where he was. Hell, forget the arguing, he would have just disobeyed and done what he wanted. But most days didn't involve him wiping crap off his face after being slammed into a wall. He'd make an except for Chaonis today, he decided. Back on his feet, he leant against the wall and stretched out the kinks from his back, hissing when it pulled bruised muscles.

"Warning! Earthquake zone!" Chaonis yelled.

Suddenly being near the walls seemed like a bad idea. Foramen remembered the crazy amount of damage that Chaonis' attack had done during his demonstration. He darted back past Chaonis, hoping the earthquake damage wouldn't reach back that far behind the Senshi of Danger.

The youma appeared dazed after hitting the wall. Foramen wondered just what kind of internal damage a punch that caused the earth to split would have when directed at a stomach. He wouldn't be surprised if that had been enough to finish the youma off, though he kept a careful eye on the youma as he approached just in case.

Foramen watched, impressed, as Chaonis trapped the youma by means of his eathquake attack. He was more than just a bit envious that Chaonis had such an offensive, effective attack. Not that Foramen didn't love his own teleporting, but he'd had to work hard at finding ways to do any actual damage to someone.

He perked up when Chaonis offered the final blow to him. "Sure," he agreed quickly. Usually Foramen's final blow was again using his powers to cause something else to damage and destroy the youma. He'd never taken one out physically before. The prospect was enticing.

Foramen stalked forward to the trapped youma. It snarled, but Foramen wasn't worried considering its remaining claws were just as encased by broken concrete and earth as it's legs. Standing over the youma, Foramen clenched his fist and drove it down into the monster's chest. He didn't have the strength of Chaonis, but it was enough. There was a flurry of dust as the youma exploded around the punch.

A brilliant grin split Foramen's face as he stood and turned to face to Chaonis. "That was ******** awesome," he told the other senshi. The whole battle and their very unorthodox partnership, not just the act of finishing off a youma with his own fist. Though that was pretty damn cool, too.

Foramen shared in Chaonis' glee as the other senshi wandered over. The friendly clap to his shoulder had the smaller male stumbling from the force behind it. One of many downsides to being barely above five foot and slender as a girl besides. Still, Foramen couldn't hold onto a grudge when he was still so pumped up over their victory.

"It's head...?" he repeated. He blinked, then his expression turned pained. "Dude, that would have been awesome. Why didn't I -? Nevermind, next time, definitely."

Huh. All that time plotting to take off arms and legs, and Chaonis jumped straight to the heart of the matter with the suggestion to behead opponents. That would kick a**.

But he was still riding the high of taking something down physically, so he didn't linger on his anguish over missed baddassness for long. "God yes."
Foramen smirked, a decidedly dangerous expression, as he was clearly planning nothing good behind it. "Ha, too bad it wasn't a Negadouche. Like any of them could have stood against that, either." Well, excluding General or above, really, but Foramen was in a good mood and didn't feel like tacking on limitations. And Chaonis was Super, right? They could manage more than what Foramen could on his own...

The thought made Foramen pause. The look he gave Chaonis was clearly assessing, though not without the hint of dangerous mischief from before. "Hmmm," he considered. "You're rather handy in a fight. And not preachy, like most senshi out there."

Was Chaonis thinking what Foramen was thinking?

Foramen gave a cocky grin at Chaonis' statement. In battle, he'd been too busy to properly appreciate Chaonis revising his earlier opinion on the use, or lack thereof, of Foramen's teleporting skills. The redhead took a moment to bask in the praise, as well as the knowledge that he'd made someone change their mind - better, perhaps, than someone thinking his rift powers were awesome right off the bat. (Though they were awesome and everyone should recognise and accept that fact.)

"We should definitely do this again sometime," Foramen agreed. Taking his cue from memories of other senshi doing the same, he rustled around in his sash until he located his senshi mobile and pulled it out. Aiming it at Chaonis, he let it record the senshi's details and synced phone. Now he'd be able to call Chaonis if they were both powered up at the same time.

Foramen might not have made it quite as far as 'team' yet, but clearly he was more than on top of the 'team up' bandwagon. This had easily been one of the most fun battles he'd had in some time, if not ever. He and Chaonis had also fallen easily into sync once the battle had begun. It deserved repeating.