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Obsidian was a giving man. It was half the reason he'd been appointed gym teacher assistant in the first place; he loved to give a little bit of personal hell to each and every student. Some said that was how he showed he cared. Others were more convinced that he was trying to see how many kids he could kill off by the end of the year. So, when there was some snot-nosed little punk of a senshi stalking around their turf, well... He was more than happy to go introduce himself.

Eventually.

"So?" The man spoke quietly to the attractive woman in uniform at his side, green eyes sliding slyly to their corners so he could watch her with a faint grin. "Do you want to do the honors, or should I?" It'd been pure, dumb luck that he'd spotted the kid; he'd been planning on taking Nealite out on the town to show off a little, maybe let her pluck a few starseeds out of his victims if she behaved herself. But this was a much better prize--and Obsidian wasn't going to just let her steal a senshi's starseed to give to Charonite without a fight! Oh, he wouldn't tell her that, of course, not until the end. What could she really do to stop him?

Tough love, baby.

The sound of a man and woman's voice sent Castor spinning, quite literally, around. "Hey! Who's out there? Don't make me come and uh....get you?" Okay so, he wasn't always the best trash talker. At least not while senshi. Probably had to do with the whole 'fighting evil and he's supposed to be a good guy' thing. That aside, Castor wasn't exactly ready to just go a beat up what could just be some other poor Hillworth sap that had stayed out with his girlfriend. She was probably just using him anyway.
When he didn't see or hear anything new, Castor just shrugged and kept walking. For him, fighting wasn't looking that great, given his last attempts at great justice and all that bull. It wasn't really that big of a deal anywa-
Okay maybe it was. The closer he got to the imposing building that is Hillworth, the sicker he felt. It was like something was pushing against his insides...from the inside. Like when you get stuck on stage and you're fly is undone. Only worse. "Hey...uh....Get out here and fight me! Or are you just going to p***y out like some f**?" HAHA! So he could trash talk occasionally. Kinda. Not really.

Something was off with Obsidian with the way he looked at her, and she could feel it. He hadn't been the same Obby for a bit now, and although she could still have her fun with him, things had grown...different. As times grew more desperate, so did the Lieutenants that served the angry General-King.

Narrowing her own eyes, she paused in her step, remaining behind as he walked forward. She would let him battle the little runt of a senshi, and she would step in.... if needed, she supposed.

A curve slowly snuck its way up one corner of her mouth as she Obsidian's response to the punk's insult, and she settled herself in to watch what she hoped would prove to be an interesting fight.

A brow arched as he attempted to process whatever the kid was trying to say admist the language, glancing over his shoulder to eye Nealite like 'this is your ******** fault' before he refocused on the other again. Honestly, he couldn't even think of anything witty to retort with, this was that ******** stupid. "So, Sailor Diarrhea-of-the-Mouth...." But he'd never finish his sentence, suddenly barreling down at full-tilt towards the punkass, ripping his sword from his back.

Still, kudos to the kid for ripping him off. He'd be a d**k, all right...

The massive broadsword would be unceramoniously shoved between the kid's legs, if he could manage it--and then slammed straight upward into his crotch, if he didn't fall over or get out of the way somehow. Cruel? Yeah, probably, but today was already not a good day.

He hoped Nealite heard that hag part; maybe it'd inspire her to get a little dirty for once in her life.

"For your information its senshi of hail and I-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" He didn't even have time to DODGE. Let alone protect that which was most precious to him. That which mad him a man. Blinding pain flashed in Castor's eyes as he fell into a very ungraceful pile on the ground. Not even Linarite's hammer, Youma drool, Iris's punch, or ANYTHING could compare to the sering pain between his legs. Rolling on the grass, Castor let out a long string of curses, (some utterly alien to normal ears). He was is that much pain.

As his sight returned, Castor, still gripping his tender...parts, he glared at Obsidian. "******** douche." Castor's voice was unusually high. More rolling. It seemed to be the theme of Castor's night. Once more he rolled back to face Obsidian. This time, he had a slight rage in his features. "Was it the comment about you small d**k or your ugly negawhore of a girlfriend that made you HIT MY NUTS! YOU a*****e-AW ********!" His voice was squeaking a bit. More rolling and pain. It was turning out to seem a bit pathetic.
I mean.
One nut shot.
And a senshi was down for what could be the count.

She'd put down her mirror long enough to watch, but was completely disappointed with how quickly the battle had been won. Was this seriously all there was going to be to it? Why couldn't all of the other bratty senshi have been like this kid and just fallen over?

Nealite had to laugh to herself as she took the time to actually stare at the boy's face. This was the same little hoodlum that Linarite had run away from, during her own escapades at attempting to retrieve star seeds. Nealite would have to make sure to remind Lina of just how easy this little senshi had been taken down, next time she saw her!

She waited for the inevitable, for when Obby would retrieve the invaluable star seed and begin gloating.

And she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After having waited for at least a good three or so minutes, it was clear that Obsidian was having a difficult time collecting himself from his giggle fit. Annoyed and irritated at being held up from their nightly adventure (as she was more than positive at this point that the star seed would not be going home in her pocket), the orange hair lieutenant made her way over to her partner, lifted her hand back, and had her mirror come crashing down against the back of his head.

"Come on," she practically barked out at him. "Finish him!"

The lieutenant was taking his time pulling himself together when and all too familiar roar began to make him turn, distracted--and something smashed so hard against the back of his head that he saw stars for a moment. Staggering, disorientated, Obsidian didn't think twice; he whirled around, fist clenched, and smashed it straight into this new threat's face.

That was when he realized it'd been Nealite, for Christ's sake.

Before he even had time to swear, a falsetto shriek was enough to make him whip his head around with a snarl, only so something sharp and cold could slash at his skin, forcing him to quickly use his sword to cover most of his head. Hail? You had got to be kidding him--and that punk was running towards the dorms!

...So either he was looking for a place to hide...

...or he was a Hillworth student.

Growling to himself with frustration, he was torn between bolting after the ******** and pausing to check on Nealite; the former would likely cost him his life, and it was with great reluctance that he whirled to check on the girl.