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"You're a magical something..." He muttered only to stare in bewilderment as she screeched like a banshee and threw herself at it. ...Yeah cause that wasn't reckless at all..

Oooooh.. Those claws didn't look fun at all... Running up behind her, Lance grabbed a fist full of her... toga? Robe? Outfit. Let's just go with outfit, and pulled her back. "No offence but I really don't think that was the smartest idea ever.... uh.. Miss."

"And what the hell do you expect me to do. Two on one is better then one on one right??" Oh man.. This was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Why was he trying to help with this again?

"Okay. How bought when you get beaten to a pulp? Then what?" He snapped back. Surely there had to have been something he could do.

Laoise had been watching -- and, perhaps, more than just watching. She was a pinpoint of powerful Order energy on a rooftop down the street, settled in the stonework outside of Youma reach and watching with her eyes narrowed, her head tilted to the side, her expression focused. She was a hell of a prize and, if Persephone hadn't stepped in, perhaps she would have been the creature's target: another feline, a tasty morsel, and one without quite so much ability to fight back.

Not that Lee would admit that. In Lee's eyes, she was a tiger, as much a saber-toothed monster as the youma on the street below, and with as much strength and ability to reign havoc on the opposing side. Sometimes she was right. Usually, she was dead wrong. It didn't change her beliefs.

Today, however, she'd seen the young senshi and had taken a backseat, sitting with the tip of her tail thrashing around her front paws as she watched the girl and, begrudgingly, decided that she was worth the time of day. She saved the civilian. She took on the creature. Maybe she wasn't the best at defending herself, and maybe she got beaten down, but she tried. Trying what the important bit.

By the time the girl was struggling back to her feet, bruised and battered but definitely not down for the count, Laoise was at her side, having navigated an easy path from the roof to the fire escape, down the alley behind the dumpsters, as quiet as a mouse. Now, though, she opened her mouth to speak, rough and direct and demanding and, hopefully, hard to say 'no' too.

"You're going to get your a** handed to you, child." Don't forget rude, too. "Give me your pen, and I can help."

Persephone made a small groaning noise. Great, another damn talking cat, and this one was snarking at her. "No, I managed to completely miss the youma delivering me my a** on a silver platter," she snarked back, but she pulled out her pen. "I have no frigging clue why you need this, kitty, but I am going to trust you because the last time I trusted a cat, this started." She kept her voice low, hoping Lance wouldn't hear her and wonder who she was talking to.

"Look, blondie," she shouted back at him, pulling herself into a full standing position, "I'm doing my best. In case you didn't notice, that thing's <******** huge!" Was it just going to be a snark party tonight?

"Oh no. I noticed. Which is why I think throwing yourself at it is BAD." He hissed. The blonde blinked, noticing something by the girl. ...Was.. Was that a cat? ...Wait.

Did that thing just talk?

"...stupid shoes." This, at least, was quieter -- a grumble, under her breath, eyes narrowed to take in the ridiculous heels on Persephone's shoes. Why did all the girls end up with such ridiculous footwear? Cats, of course, were smarter, calloused and barefooted even when they took on human shape --

That was a disjointed memory. Strange. It made Laoise frown. Had she ever seen a Mauvian take on human shape...?

"But. That's better." This was louder, pitched so Persephone could hear, her chin up and whiskers quivering. "Kick it's a**. And come find me, later. A senshi named Sisyphus will know where I am."

Should she have stayed to witness the end of the battle? Probably. She didn't. She left, with one arch look toward the baffled civilian standing by.