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Faust swore the earth shook when the gargantuan lieutenant impacted the ground. Luckily he released the girl quick enough, or the Mauvian would've resorted to chewing every last finger from bone to free her. For now he remained in a low stance, furry flanks heaving in breathlessness. A simple beam drained him so greatly... Suddenly a nap sounded absolutely acceptable.

"No time to explain! He ain't gonna stay done long!" And as he spoke, the man even began to stir. "Sheeit..." He cussed under breath.

Realization spread across his features once the cat recognized a curious sensation stemming from the girl's starseed, like a quiet hum of a tune that filtered through the background so readily. "Quick, follow me before Hulk here gets up again!" A glance about their surroundings ensured that the edge of the grassy forest stood not far from their location - a few urgent bounds in that direction lent them enough cover to break line of sight from the massive Lieutenant. With no further reason to dally, Faust sprinted in the direction of the forest's edge, calling toward his destination to keep the girl in tow. "Don't you be stickin' around to poke at him, now!"

Maybe this cat had mind reading abilities, since it clearly knew that Jun had planned to poke at the fallen giant. A very brief scowl managed to find a way to what had been a very cheery face up to that point, but with a simple roll of her shoulders, she trotted after the cat.

It clearly had secrets to taking on large opponents, and it might have been selfish, but Jun had every intention of learning that technique if she was capable.

Into the forest she went, and as soon as she managed to catch up, she bluntly asked once more "How did you do that?"

The girl crouched down more to the cat's level once they seemed to have stopped. She tilted her head to look at him curiously as he attempted to explain things that were clearly over her head.

"...so all cats can do that?" she repeated, clearly not understanding the implied differentiation of Mauvian versus Earth Cat. She scratched at her chin as she debated about how cats must have clearly been the superior fighting species of all time.

By the time she had decided she would need to start challenging cats to fight and see if any would accept, this one came back to her with a weird green pen with golden accents. It was tossed to her, and caught firmly within her bandaged hand with ease.

"...song and dance? I ain't a performer..." She sighed as she looked the pen over, looking at an odd engraving of an insect.

"...but I think I can make this work..."

Inhaling deeply as she straightened herself up, pushing her hands out in front of her almost like she was stretching.

"ANTIOPE POWER, MAKE-UP!"

Though she was still holding the pen in her hand, her body began to move in a practiced manner, stepping back slightly as her hands seemed to weave back until they struck forward as if attacking. She turned, stomping to the ground as she struck again. It might have seemed like a dance to the untrained eye, but her movements flowed as she performed Lipi-quan.

She hadn't noticed that as she moved, her clothing seemed to shift, changing to something far more flowing than what she had been wearing just moments before. Sleeves seemed to sprout with one punch, then with another punch. With a couple low heel kicks, her bare feet soon enough had simple slippers covering them.

When she stopped, bringing her body to a resting position again, she was no longer Jun Kwan.

She was Sailor Antiope!

Clearly not noticing the changes, she asked "...so... what was the point of that exercise?"

Faust stared at the light show, both grumpy and unimpressed. All that pomp and circumstance just to kick some a**... Grunting, he rose from his haunches and gave Antiope a quick sniff before he turned his posterior toward her to face the enemy. She had few questions, which bade well.

"There ain't no point to that twirlin' around s**t..." He muttered under his breath. Clearing his throat, he offered Antiope a more legitimate answer. "Girl, you seen like... comics and s**t, right? I laid on a few back in the day... s**t in there about some random kid who gets bit by a toxic mosquito and turns into SkeeterMan or s**t like that. It's kinda the same, with that pen there. When you're in that costume, you're a soldier destined to protect Earth, but you're a bit better off than your average self. A soldier, or senshi, has one damn serious job to do, so there ain't no pussyfootin' around when you're in costume, or powered up. As for your senshi name... Antiope, senshi of, uh..."

Faust huffed. He couldn't remember.

The large lieutenant called as he barreled toward them, and Faust spread his stance wide and flattened low to the ground. A growl sounded in his throat just before recollection struck him. "The mantis! Senshi of the mantis! Now let's fight that a*****e!"

He had found them- voices sharing a more definite location that just aura could in the dim and cover of parkland underbrush. Them being a senshi with that cat. Star-cat with a laser. Maybe it cannot do it again?

It was a little late in coming down on them both to really worry much about that. If the cat did have another go in him, that Titanlåvenite just had to accept that he might be royally screwed and about to be killed by a senshi. It happened. But the senshi, appeared from nowhere as she was, was the one who might be fresher for magic. So Titan focused on her, swinging a bear paw to try to knock her into one of the near trees.

I do not WANT to know what her magic is. Hurry up. Hurry up, Titan. Where did they hide the girl?

The mentioned superheroes didn't seem to get any sort of positive reaction from the new senshi. If they had any sort of martial arts skills to back up their stories, then maybe she would have cared in the past. And if she cared, she would have bothered with learning about them.

Her attention was mostly focused upon her previous opponent. She watched his movements again, remembering how fast he had been before. However, this time his movements seemed to lag in comparison.

Which meant that this time, rather than get smacked in the shoulder with his meaty hand, she was able to dip closer to him to avoid the hit, and just as easily distanced herself again to his opposite side.

She pointed at him with one overly long sleeve, about to challenge him to a rematch when some sort of instinct seemed to come over her. Rather than declare a rematch, she instead suddenly gestured down after pointing at the target.

"Antiope Vicegrip*!"

Once more, her body poised itself, readying to strike the Behemoth once more.

A great fist collided with Faust's body, sending him tumbling to the ground. Reflexes worked to save him from impact, lighting on his feet, but his body smarted with the force of the strike. After shaking himself off, he prepared another pounce when Antiope belted out the peculiar magics intrinsic in her sphere. Had he proper lips, Faust would've smiled.

The giant now reeled in a curious stance, but Faust found no reason to stare at the man in an attempt to puzzle out the source of it. Likely he was witnessing Antiope's abilities, and knew that he had little time to waste - Faust scrambled toward the lieutenant's legs and paused for but a moment to look upward.

Target acquired.

With a great leap, claws extended and Faust reached upward to seek purchase on the softest of goods between tree trunk thighs.