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It was fortunate for Alunite that Zink didn't tend to 'hit' unless he started to let his temper get the best of him, and when he did it was a corruption fueled temper indeed. He slid to one side, spinning to follow the track that Alunite took as though they were dancing rather than fighting.
He glanced next toward Fluorite expecting her to attack next but glanced quickly back towards her Brother, flagging him as 'hasty'.

Ironic that he was teaching anyone to fight, even if it was more intended as an observation than a lesson. "Not bad, you might hit a very new Senshi, most of them don't know how to fight." He said casually, damning with faint praise.

It was a good strategy, particularly for Fluorite. He started slightly as the punch of the feint started its motion but then used the side of his fist to smack hard to the inside of Alunite's leg just above his knee to keep from doing too much real damage. The impact of it might be easily brushed off as a combination of momentums rather than attributing any greater strength to the young man.

Fluorite though he only managed to start a turn, his attention divided between them his eyes flashed wider moments before her strike hit home and he exhaled hard trying to minimize the damage done and whirling into a low crouch only to stand quickly, trying to catch her mid step and straddling his shoulder for a rather odd 'lift'

He staggered slightly as her foot drilled down into his shoulder, and then shifted as she prepared to launch herself off him, a hasty glance over his shoulder gave him only seconds to react, seconds to chose what he'd do to defend himself, and choose he did.

Rather than trying to impede her launch, he assisted it. Shoving a hand up under her heel and shoving hard, angling her as best he could towards her hit-happy sibling. The bigger they were, the harder they fell. "Catch!" He said with an all too evident smirk, though he really did know better than to smirk mid fight, it -seldom- paid off but at the very least they were Lieutenants still.

"Hmm..." Zink dusted himself off, particularly the boot print on his shoulder.
"I would defiantly keep practicing." He said shaking his head.
"You could have used her attacking to launch your attacks, then her next moves would have been covered by YOUR magic if I understand you...they would be harder pressed to retaliate unless they were somehow accustomed to working in situations of poor to no visibility" he chided them.

Had he not decided already that he would very much like to utilize them for his 'project' if they were interested... then he might not have made the suggestions to them directly, but perhaps it was best to strike while the 'iron' was hot at any rate.

He made a small 'tisk' sound and rolled his eyes, he shouldn't have really done what he did next but sometimes... sometimes you just wanted to 'play' with your food.

He teleported.

He re-appeared seconds later several feet from his previous location and turned to face them again, well...to watch the results of what happened when you removed the target from a two way tackle.

"...I'll point out that there is a senshi who can teleport." He said simply.

Zink... smirked. It was such a damned clear cheshire smirk that it could be traced through the fabric of his mask. He didn't try and stop it... he simply held up one hand, and with a small twitch of his fingers, making the summon look like a magic trick he held what for all the world appeared to be a star seed between his fingers.

"There is a weapon for everything as well." He said and with one hand, pulled up his goggles, and obligingly closed his eyes. He had not yet thrown the small strange object... if that was his weapon it looked almost as unimpressive as his stature.

His head turned just a little to follow her as she moved closer to him, 'looking' with closed eyes just over her shoulder to better catch the slight sounds she made, perhaps... a little TOO good at following her for someone who'd never been subjected to this attack before.

He let her take the small crystal, it was light in her fingers, sharp on the ends but more because they were angular than because they could be used to lay open a cheek... they were also...
she would quickly find as his hand 'chased' hers, closing over it and squeezing gently as his fingers closed over hers and the small crystal, that lacked the energy and zest of a starseed...

fragile.

It crunched in her hand, for a second, nothing happened, and then thick grey smoke curled from her fingers in billowing and obscuring waves that carried on their grey curls, terrible sensations.