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"Oh, I never shut up either," he laughed. It was true, he did love to hear himself talk. Stalking a prey wasn't exactly his forte, he wasn't very good at plans involving not calling attention to himself - but he knew the time and place to be quiet when those situations arose. He nearly missed dodging the captain's move entirely, but tried to block the blow at the last millisecond and the blow hit his wrist instead. He shook his wrist loosely to get null the sore. "Nice shot. You know, Morpheus and Neo made this whole sparring thing look so much more exciting in The Matrix."

Once again, at this last words he swooped down slightly and swung out a leg, doing his best attempt at a leg-swipe to knock the captain down. However, this move was unpracticed, and likely not as suave, sophisticated or as effective as he would have hoped.

"My weapon?" Osumilite rose a brow. Oh, right! That thing. As he was yet to have encountered Senshi or be in any actual real battle under this form, he hadn't yet figured out the use of his weapon. He focused for a brief moment and summoned his weapon from the Negaverse subspace - a nonfunctional microphone. "I've got this handy little microphone that pops out of thin area, just like magic." The whole concept of Negaverse's abilities still hadn't fully settled into his brain yet. "It doesn't work, but with enough force I'm sure it could leave quite the bruise."

"Let me get this straight," he began with uncertainty. "You want me to try and club you with this microphone, right? And you're not going to turn around and stab me in the gut or anything, are you?"

He twirled the microphone around between his fingers, not prepared to club a teenage superior with such a weapon. Sure, he could try to hit her gently, but even gently he had a feeling that with his strength and the microphone's blunt force that it could be quite a blow.

"I suppose I can give that a shot," Osumilite shrugged. As a television news reporter, he was used to 'performing' in its own rite - entertaining an audience. Entertaining in the center of attention was something that he rather liked doing - whether it was busting a move on the center of the dance floor or performing a late night bedroom striptease, he was comfortable performing. However he never quite had to display his fighting skills against an inanimate object before.

Well, there was a first time for everything. He approached the wall by the rooftop exit and stared at the corner of it, then looked back at Fluorite with uncertainty. He shrugged once more and swung the microphone with full force into the corner of the wall.

The wall chipped with a loud crack and a thud, but as any high school student in a physics class will tell you - for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. The force reverberated through Osumilite's arm dealing quite a bit of damage to his shoulder. He winced as he backed away, his arm tingling from the shockwaves of the force. Perhaps using full force on a solid object wasn't the best idea.

"Sweet baby god, mother ******** lord of hell," he muttered as he shook his shoulder about to loosen it up and ease the pain. "I think I'd rather have hit you." He winked playfully.

"Other than my pussybitch reaction, how was that?"

"I'll probably need to put an ice pack on it when I get home," he nodded. s**t - home. Whenever he went into this Negaverse disguise he repeatedly lost track track of time - and that night he had a sitter waiting in his home. As much fun as he had in that form, he did want to say good night to his son before he went to sleep. "Which reminds me that I really should get going before it gets too late. I have matters to take care of on the domestic front."