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The night was absolutely not going well.
...Point in fact the last couple days hadn't gone so well. He'd had a falling out with his sister, she still hadn't contacted him, which meant she was up to something, he'd had that goddamn nightmare, (at least twice now. Exactly the same.), and now THIS.

It started out ordinary enough, he'd caught sight of the dark haired Negaverse agent prowling around during his patrol, and decided not to let her get the chance to be as cocky as Wolframite had.

That was about when things went to hell. The second she'd been hit by a volley of claws, it was like someone had turned the cute little girl in her fringe covered uniform into an whirling tornado of wrath and hurt-for-you. He'd barely gotten a second volley off, scratching her cheek, and that was about it, before she'd laid into him and started clubbing the snot out of him with, of all things, A MASK.

She'd already re-blackened his eye and hit him so hard upside the jaw that either he'd bitten his tongue, or she'd rattled his teeth so hard he still tasted blood. He was pretty sure he'd broken a couple fingers trying to ward off the second swing, and she'd clobbered him upside the ribs... and then twisted the HELL out of his ankle when he'd made an attempt to escape. He was actually pretty sure after that she'd LET him limp ahead just for sport, although it could have been the punch in the stomach.

The punch in the stomach had probably made her even madder.

Oh god. Could she GET madder?

He leaned against the shadowy side of an air conditioning unit and rubbed his swelling ankle, which didn't help it in the slightest, and he had to thump the gravely roof top with his palm to keep back an string of curses. It didn't keep tears from burning at the corners of his eyes at all.

In his entire LIFE, Jaimie Leontyne, aka Sailor Regulus, had -never- been hurt this badly by someone. This, point of fact, scared him silly, and, heart pounding in his ears like the war drum he was pretty sure the girl had on her nega-i-pod, he started trying to putz with his Senshi-phone, hands shaking almost too much to hit -any- of the buttons in any semblance of order.

Oh. My. God. Regulus had both hands on the phone now, frantically trying to keep his hands steady enough to punch the right buttons. Buttons buttons... Wasn't this thing supposed to be able to call other senshi?
Was he even hitting the right buttons? Did it get broken in the fight? Oh God if it was broken...

He debated if he could summon 'Claws' again, or if it would only drain him to the point where, even on his throbbing ankle, he'd be too exhausted to get away.

Equally he prayed for her not to be able to see the light from the cell phone. Could he hit her with the cell phone? Astrea could b***h as much as she wanted but if breaking a Cell Phone on her kept him alive....

A graceful red blur was making its way around the rooftops, leaping and somersaulting for the sheer joy of it. A loud burst of music had the blur stumbling to a halt - almost taking a dive to the pavement, in fact. What had initially appeared to be wings fluttered down behind her, just an unusually-cut sailor collar. Above gloved hands, a brightly coloured phone burst into being, which the girl juggled in an effort not to let fall. A cat had explained it to her as existing in some kind of subspace (she'd eventually just decided to go with "it's magic" as an acceptable explanation), hence why it was so startling to have music blaring in your ears out of nowhere, and a phone quickly following. Which was better than the alternative, because there was no room for pockets in her skimpy outfit.

Finally getting a hold of the damn phone, the girl flipped it open and raised it to her ear. "Hello?" she asked tentatively. Was it a cat again... maybe Cristo? Oh wait, any other senshi close by could call her on this, right? Better to be specific. "Birhan Isat speaking!"

Birhan wasn't the kind of girl you'd call perky. Ever. But something about this whole senshi deal made her... enthusiastic. Dedicated.

Her laugh was quick, edgy, almost nervous and twitchy, she heard him. She heard the little ********... close... so close.
"Come onnn... you're the Cowardly lion, I'll fix your problems. I may not be the wizard of Oz but he wasn't magic either...."
She laughed again sharply and stalked forward in a low crouch, her hand flexing almost convulsively around the strap of her mask.

"Heeere puss puss puss.... here kitty... come out and play... OR I'LL BLOW YOUR GODDAMNED HOUSE DOWN!"

Regulus only let out the breath he barely realized he'd been holding when he heard a girls voice that clearly wasn't Moonstone, and leaned cautiously around the side of the air conditioner at the flash of light.
"Be careful! She's NUTS!" He called in advice, hissing again as the lean made his ankle send out a renewed blaze of pain.

... Ok that was probably painfully obvious, especially since she was mixing fables.

Birhan finally got a look at the mysterious 'Regulus' who'd phoned - a senshi after all, which explained the nice attack. She shot him a quick smile, hoping to reassure him that everything was under control, before giving her attention back to their opponent.

"Thanks for the warning," she nodded, narrowing her eyes at Moonstone. An angry opponent would have been in her favour - she knew from kickboxing that anger made people more likely to make mistakes and impaired their ability to think rationally. A properly unstable opponent, however... well, there was simply no telling what they might do next. Impossible to predict, since the person might not even be consciously aware of what they were doing, just their body moving before their mind caught up.

The enemy's complaint made Birhan roll her shoulders, trying to shake off the irritation. Birhan could see how Regulus had been limping, and this woman was going to try throwing the 'fair' card at them?

"Why on earth should this be fair?" snapped Birhan. "Is it fair to civilians for you to attack them and steal their starseeds? Is it fair for you to attack a senshi for the same reason? Why should we treat you any better than you treat others?"

Distracting or slowing Moonstone might be their best bet. Unknown to the others, but there was nothing left for Birhan to 'renew' unless someone used a magical attack again. Still, she was by no means defenseless. Part of her thrilled at the idea of a real fight, not something staged in a gym or ring with referees standing by to intervene if things got tough. Birhan dropped into her standard guarding pose, then called to Regulus, "Have a go at her again. I'll keep her off you." A cocky smile lit her face.

Moonstone threw back her head and let out a clipped laugh just before the new round of claws TORE across her side where she failed to defend, and while the shriek of pain was more than had been awarded before, it was like she didn't even TRY and defend herself.

"YOU self righteous BASTARDS... all of you think we -CHOOSE THIS-, We're not LIKE you...we don't get to PICK and CHOOSE who we save..." She flashed white teeth at them, clutching at her sides where blood seeped over her fingers and mingled with the red on her mask.

"Where the ******** were the lot of you when -I- needed help... ******** you and your so called morals, pretending your so god damned RIGHT. Never stopping to WONDER either I think..."

She blew a blood stained kiss and turned and ran for the edge of the roof, glancing back with another flash of white teeth.

"If Forgiveness came from the likes of you... I'm glad theirs no hope left for me."
She leaped, poorly for the next roof, stumbling her landing for the cash on the 'meat' of her leg and staggered back up to keep going, still laughing.

Regulus, as Birhan turned back, looked pained, and it wasn't entirely because of the obvious beating he'd taken. He wasn't formally trained in fighting, but up till now he hadn't thought he was that bad, although he wasn't sure what stung worse. Being beaten down, or Moonstones departing comments.
"...makes you wonder doesn't it." He noted, solemnly, watching where Moonstone had retreated. "...We don't exactly get a vote in this. Makes you wonder if they do."

He'd bet she thought they lined up and volunteered for this gig, but that didn't make it smart any less. He still didn't like hurting people, though then again, should he let someone who'd spoken like she had, about eating his heart, get to him that way? If Birhan hadn't shown up she would have definitely killed him.

"I am -really- starting to hate this s**t. Give me a goddamn Youma any day." He finally glanced toward Birhan again, trying to give her a wry smile, as though he was joking, though he still looked absolutely terrible. "At least with a Youma it's all black and white."

That was what he figured would really be the worst, if he, personally, ever followed Kunzites advice and killed someone. Wondering and watching the papers the next few days to find out who had turned up missing. Or Dead.