[Bat] You fight like a ... boy? (Thuban/Walkure/Polaris) fin

[Iris_virus]

-It'd been a few days since her first encounter with bad guys and her first encounter with her 'new job'. Truth be told, she'd actually taken to the idea fairly well. Perhaps it was because she had always been such a juggler of things. More likely it had something to do with having a purpose once more, something far more exciting and worthwhile then getting good grades and being a productive individual.

Perched high on the outer railing of a small foot bridge, the senshi's eyes watched the landscape, listening for the sound of something, anything really that might require her assistance. The flickering lights of homes and stores caught her attention momentarily, the subtle but cool breeze stole it back. Legs swung impatiently, fingers fidgeting with one of her braids.

She wasn't sure on exactly all the details of this senshi stuff, and her last attempt to sit out and wait for trouble had been completely uneventful, but Polaris had determination and drive. If nothing else, she was happy to take her place as the town's resident "girl scout".-  

[StarieMichie]

Click, clack, click, clack!

The sound of Sailor Walküre's uneven foot steps echoed as she ran down a dingy alley. She was hot on the trail of a yoma, and she was determined to get it. Tonight, nothing could stop her; no distraction was great enough to slow her down.

Well, except she wasn't running very fast to begin with. Walküre was not built for speed, that's for sure, and she was starting to get tired. Her lungs felt like fire, and she was going to have blisters on her feet tomorrow. By the time she caught this thing (if she ever caught up to this thing), she wondered if she was going to be able to do much damage in this state.

She made a right turn out of the alley, and into the open street. It looked like the monster was almost two blocks ahead of her. Sailor Walküre shook her head, and cupped her hand around her mouth, "Get back here so I can vanquish you already!"  

[Iris_virus]

-She'd heard it before she saw it, the sound of yelling drawing her gaze away from the shadows she'd been following through windows, her eyes quickly turning to find the source. Her heart was already pattering with excitement, just waiting to be let down when it turned out to just be some angry bar patrons or something. However, tonight with Polaris' lucky night.

It wasn't some civilian, or even a monster, no... the familar clothing in the distance looked enough like hers to guess that, hey, maybe there were other senshi hanging around here too!? Could she get to her in time though?

Glancing at the ground a good twelve or so feet below her, she decided to take the smarter route, moving along the edge until the drop was only slightly taller than her, before she jumped. Bracing her knees as they absorbed the shock, thank goodness for ballet classes, she was on her way again quickly enough, running towards the figure she'd hoped hadn't gotten too far down the street yet.

A cool entrance would have been nice, but Polaris was far too excited for that. Running down the road as best she could in knee constraining boots, she yelled out less than gracefully or inconspiciously.- "Hey, do you need some help?"  

[StarieMichie]

Walküre didn't notice someone was running next to her before they yelled to her. Another senshi? How many defenders of truth and justice did this town need?

With the how poor of a job she was doing at catching this thing, the answer was pretty clear. She shouted back, "Some help *pant pant* would be *pant pant* nice!" She was out of breath from running so much. Hopefully this other girl was a lot better sprinter than her.

Up ahead, she noticed the yoma make a left turn at another intersection. It was clearly running somewhere, and she was going to find out pretty soon where it was leading them. Of course, where ever it was going wouldn't be a nice place. Monsters never seemed to hang out in spas.  

[Shazari]

Wherever it was going, whatever ambush it was planning, the monster did not seem to have gotten there. When they rounded the corner, they saw that something had stopped it.

In this case, 'something' was a boy with brassy-golden hair, in a sailor suit much like theirs -- including the skirt.

"Die, you stupid cockroach!" he was yelling. (This did not seem to be a traditional sort of senshi challenge statement.) "Would! -- you! -- just! -- die!" It was hard to tell, at first, what his weapon was, but it had about four metal legs and he punctuated each word he was hollering by hitting the youma with it as hard as he could. This mystery weapon didn't seem to be very sturdy -- it crumpled a bit further with each strike.

On closer inspection, the 'weapon' was not a weapon at all. It was an old lady's metal walker, with a single green tennis ball still clinging valiantly to one of its metal feet. The old lady it corresponded to was probably the one standing on the other side of the street, being supported by a few of the other bystanders.

An audience. Terrific.  

[StarieMichie]

Sailor Walküre stopped dead in her tracks, huffing and puffing as she watched the boy in the skirt pound the yoma she had been chasing. She would have felt bad for the thing if it wasn't evil and making her do far too much running.

Although, she had to admit that all these other senshi in the city made her feel a little less like a beautiful, unique flower. But given the situation of all these bad guys lurking about, she figured more help was always nice.

After a moment, she caught her breath, and figured it would be a good time to give out a formal challenge, "On the field of battle, I decide who is worthy. I, Sailor Walküre, have been appointed to punish you!" The yoma seemed too busy with getting beat up to care, but the old lady gave her a bit of a panicked smile. Walküre nodded to the old woman, "sorry madam, I'm sure your walker will be fine".

Now didn't seem like the best time to jump into the battle, so she waited until her chances of getting hit on accident seemed lower.  

[Iris_virus]

-Finding herself not shooed off, not that it was likely to have stopped her anyway, Polaris pushed ahead until she was only a couple steps beside the braided senshi. And almost promptly ran into her as she stopped abruptly, stumbling forward, catching herself with one hand on the other girl's arm.

The slight contact was quickly ended however as she steadied herself, eyes widening at the scene ahead.

How brutish, bludegoning him like a holigan! And how... scandalous. Men in skirts! Mortification was the emotion playing across the dark skined senshi's face, her attention only turning when a strage slew of words assaulted her ears. Obviously the other girl had much more experience in this.

Failing to come up with any really awesome thing to say, she'd seriously have to work on that, she spouted out words, trying to make up for her lack of grace in a strong stance.- "And I'm Sailor Polaris! Three against one, you'll be dusted in no time."
 

[Shazari]

"And you're both -- " the boy senshi huffed between strikes, clearly not accustomed to braining evil creatures with geriatric mobility aids, " -- slower than molasses in January!"

The youma knocked him back with one huge, man-sized arm, and the boy tumbled backwards over the mesh of metal. It looked like it hurt. "Jesus Christ," he yelled as he rolled very awkwardly out of the way. The boy was scrambling to get his makeshift weapon back out from under him while also trying not to become splattered onto the pavement like a Jackson Pollock.

"Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" he called over. This boy senshi was not very friendly, to say the least.  

[StarieMichie]

Sailor Walküre nodded to Polaris, "It looks like it's time for us to move in!" She ran up behind the monster while it was focused on the boy, and punched it square in one of it's kidneys. It was not a fun place to get hit, and the youma recoiled in pain and grabbed at it's back as it spun around to face her.

It was bigger and taller than Walküre by a lot, and it looked angry too. All in all, this was turning out to not be a good situation for her. Not quite sure on what to do, she did the next attack that seemed like it could hurt the thing, and stomped the heel of her boot into it's foot. It didn't seem to like that very much either.

This was a good thing, and gave her enough time to run over to the boy senshi so they could regroup, and come up with some sort of plan.  

[Iris_virus]

-How rude! Her lips puckered in soft irritation as she eye'd the boy senshi. Had she been the more vindictive type, perhap she would have left him to fend for himself. But alas.-

"Great way to talk to your rescuers jerk." -She snapped the attitude quite apparent in her stance. Glancing around the area for a brief moment, she searched for useful metal in the area. Apparently streets were amazing. Signs, cars (not that she thought she could move one), soda cans, change, and a walker. A grin crossed her face, as she pressed her hands together, making a show of the powers that.. the other two must not have had? Why in the heck would you just stuff if you had powers.-

"Magnetic field!" -She barked out loudly, as the small metal debris in the area flew at the monster. Her attention however was focused on something more exciting. God she hoped it moved, she wanted to see the look on that jerk's face if she could just rip that walker from his hands with her powers. She could see it shivering... but where her powers strong enough to hurdle it at the monster?-  

[Shazari]

With only a little more struggle, the metal walker yanked itself free of the boy's hands and began a beeline toward the youma, as though the creature had been transformed into some kind of very large, very ugly magnet. The confusion on the boy's face passed quickly -- but not too quickly for Sailor Polaris to savor it -- and he took up a makeshift fighting stance of some kind next to Sailor Walküre.

"Rescuers?" he bristled, while scanning the area for something else to pick up as a weapon -- hopefully something non-metallic, so the snowy-haired sailor senshi couldn't appropriate it quite so easily. "I could've handled it."

(This seemed, to say the least, profoundly untrue.)

The metal objects in the air were currently pummeling the youma. They made satisfyingly painful-sounding noises.  

[StarieMichie]

Ouch. That really looked like it hurt. Usually she wouldn't have pitied a youma, but being whacked repeatedly with floating metal objects did not look fun. At all.

She looked over to the boy senshi, and rolled her eyes, "I doubt you could have handled it. Step back and watch a professional work."

If Sailor Walküre was one thing, it was not humble. But she did know how to take care of herself in a fight... even if the thing she was fighting was huge and scary and mean. She mustered up her resolve, and called out her attack, "Glorious Battle".

She leaped over to the monster, fists and feet glowing, and seemed to speed up as she punched and kicked it. Really it was like it was a piece of meat, and she was the tenderizer.

Although, once her attack ran out of juice, the monster still was standing. Sailor Walküre pouted, "What the Hell is this thing made of?"  

[Iris_virus]

-Oh Aurora was pleased, and it could be read quite clearly on her face as the boy senshi's expression appeared, albeit breifly, and as she watched the monster flinch as the various metal objects whacked into him. As the last of the metal projectile fell finally to the ground, the braided sailor shouted out an attack of her own, flying forward to attack the beast.

Booted feet quickly found themselves heading towards the male senshi, trying to gauge the situation.

Walkure's attack was... less then 'glorious' in her opinion. Streets brawls were after all not very ladylike. But it appeared to be a fairly effective attack by the telltale huffs and puffs of the confused and severely outnumbered youma.

Looking genuinely surprised when the onslaught ended and the youma still stood, she glanced over to the boy senshi.- "Your turn to handle it buddy. Got anything less geriatric to hit it with?"  

[Shazari]

"No," he growled back tersely, which could've meant several things: I don't have a better weapon, I don't have a better magical attack, I don't have magic -- it was unclear and, yet again from the boy senshi, unhelpful.

What he did do was jump away, for his turn, and grab a folding-chalkboard sidewalk sign announcing TODAY'S SPECIALS! CRAB AND WHITE ASPARAGUS SOUP, and run back into the metal melee to beat the youma with it with a renewed sense of purpose. White chalk-powder made a cloud around them in the air. This continued -- and seemed to be somewhat working -- for a few seconds, until the youma sluggishly swept out its arm and sent the boy senshi smacking against a nearby station wagon. He crumpled where he was, not moving, and chalk began to settle on his brassy-gold hair.  

[StarieMichie]

"Oh s**t!" Sailor Walküre yelled as she watched the monster send the boy flying. She, again, went over to where he was to try to help him up, but he was out cold.

"New plan," she barked at Polaris, "we need to retreat and regroup! This thing is just too strong for us right now if we keep fighting it like this.... unless you have a better plan?"

At least the street had started to mostly clear out so no one saw the embarrassment happening. Some nice men escorted the old, walkerless woman away from the action, and the other onlookers finally got through their heads that this fight was real and that they were in danger.

The downside of this was that all the good hiding places were probably taken, and while she had to carry this dead weight of a senshi here, Walküre wasn't going to be moving very fast... not that she moved fast to begin with.

She slapped him across the face to try to get him to come to, "Hey! Wake your useless a** up!" Clearly Sailor Walküre didn't have the time or the will to be polite.