This was why the war between Chaos and Order was happening.
Through the haze of blood and head trauma and fury, Parsifal glowered at the corrupt and considered his options as best as he could. He was really in pretty bad shape, but he was filled with the endorphin rush of rage at her for killing the girl. There was the option of attacking, but she'd already proven a tough opponent, and now that she was filled with the energy or whatever of eating a starseed, she'd easily mop the floor with him. Maybe that was what she wanted.
He was nothing if not a stubborn, contrary little b*****d. And an honorable man.
"No," he murmured finally, straightening as best he could and locking his gaze on hers. "You win. According to the rules of the game that you put forth. Fair and square. I couldn't get her starseed from you, so you win. Congratulations."
His posture, however, did not indicate that he considered this a loss. He stood as proud as if he was the winner of the game, not the corrupt Senshi. He had fought like a beast; he'd acquitted himself well.
Time to go home and collapse.
Backing away to a safe distance, he gave a short bow, spreading his arms. Then he turned to walk away.
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