He had no time to consider — already the senshi brought herself to bear on him. Her shriek met the air sharply. She charged with that raw and errant anger, brandishing it like a housewife's kitchen knife in the heat of divorce. But all that ire wasn't put to use; it streamed off her in rivulets of wasted energy. When she reached, with his figure low to the ground, he saw opportunity. A quick dance of wrist and hand and foot and side diverted her motion. Still forward but above and beyond him, he rerouted her trajectory toward the cliffside barrier.
Panting, the captain drew himself to his feet. He spoke more to himself and the surrounding wood than the remaining livestock. "Smart enough to scream, aren't you." His lips buzzed with words and fervor that never left their housing.
The certainty of their relation in mind, he approached where the senshi had fallen. His cheek still throbbed with a bruise newly formed. "How would you join her, Senshi? As a fall casualty? As emergency rations? As youma?"
Lights peered through the woods while they fought. A voice, thin and wavering with age, echoed up through the paths. "Hello? Does someone need help?"
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