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The commanding presence of a General-Queen took almost everyone’s attention away from whatever combat they were currently in, and to the raw power of the leader in their midst. The blue-haired corrupted Senshi took the opportunity to check out what was going on through a high window – finding the General-Queen, a Senshi, and General Benitoite in a back alley, among others. His eyes widened at the sheer power of the General-Queen as she pumped a young Senshi full of Chaos, corrupting them to the newest agent of the Negaverse. A small grin spread across his face as he watched: a new ally in the ranks.

The others in the room seemed to be just as taken aback, including a low-leveled Knight clad in purple. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to make a strike – while everyone was in shock – but before the young reckless Senshi could make his first action, the booming cries of police sirens quickly filled the air as an alarm to evacuate the premises immediately.

“Next time,” the corrupted Senshi of Hurricanes muttered under his breath as he made his way out through the back exit of the tea shop, into the back alley where the corruption had just occurred moments ago. But by the time he could even make it to that short distance, the familiar faces he had seen before were now gone. Frustrated, he leapt up to the roof of the tea shop and rushed to the street side, peering of the edge as the police cars gathered around. He would need to make his escape soon, and make it fast. He leapt back down to the streets below where any remaining combat was finishing off and hurried down the street, taking a sharp turn - straight into the headlights of a cop car.

The police car slammed on the brakes, stopping mere inches before the corrupted Super Sailor. An evil grin took over as he flicked off the officer inside – a perfect capture for the dashboard cam, though thankfully had the glamour to conceal his identity - and jumped onto the hood and pounded a foot through the windshield to create a diversion as he leapt back off the car onto a neighboring rooftop to make his getaway.

s**t. A crazy night at a tea shop. Who knew those could get so wild?

[Typhon exit.]

Paris regret ever coming. For one thing, wandering past a few small scattered bawls and letting out a series of yelps at turning a corner and seeing fists flying among other things, and overall it was a giant cluster frickle frackle of a fight and he wanted no part of it why did he come? He was nearly at his breaking point when finally he heard the sirens.

Paris froze. A deer in headlights, (almost literally given the small skull that sat atop his crown), the Saturn knight was not wanting to get arrested and charged with anything. If anything, HE was the REAL victim here. Just woken and told to fight and nothing else and no guide or teacher or friend and this was just why he should have just kept to his studies. Math couldn't hurt you. Not physically anyway. Not until you applied it to something or injected it into the proper situation could math harm you. Math was a theory that was ever adaptive and being tested with new formulas and- oh lord have mercy he was getting into his long trains of thought again.
No, bad Paris, er, Max. Not the time. He chided himself. Right now he needed to find a way out and fast.

If he'd known that someone had been looking at him, looking to fight him, he might have moved faster but thankfully, Paris was blissfully unaware of that fact. Looking around, he didn't see much by the way of anything important to grab- just a menu that for whatever reason of logic in his head that said 'Make sure they don't see your face!'

No one had explained glamour all too well to the poor knight yet, and while he understood it- he didn't trust it. Cameras and cops were just too much. Shaking like a rabbit being eyed by wolves, Paris ducked back out of the building looking frantic as he ran and kept running, menu held up to keep his face hidden.

And preventing him from seeing anything.

Ignorance was bliss.

By the time he stopped running, his legs hurt and he was halfway across the city district. All he had to show for his attempt at joining a fight was a stolen menu.

He'd become a thief.
Somehow that just made everything worse.