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He almost always had his new phone set to scan. Castor was determined to find all the girls of the senshi and hit on them, at least once. AT LEAST. That and he was running on the idea of 'Hey, how bad can they be?'

Judging from the blip that was Sailor Saiph, they could be pretty bad.

Not that she wasn't good looking. Hell no, she was perhaps, one of the most well endowed senshi he'd ever seen. Just...she looked like she was about to become a meal. A tasty sailor scout meal. Toys included. (Castor's eyes were currently fixated on her 'toys'. Maybe he good order a happy meal to go.)

Okay. Brain check. Youma. Take care of that first. THEN ask for a happy meal.

"Large and small, justice rains down from the sky! In the name of Castor, prepare to suck my d**k you ugly a** youma!" His fellow scouts would be so impressed with his version of a battle cry. Jumping down from some scaffolding, the hail senshi stood himself between monster and maiden.
"Sup sexy? Castor, super senshi of hail, at your service."
The youma hissed, taking a step back at the sudden intruder.
"You still able to fight or is this going to be a one man show?"

He looked at her hand. Then he frowned. He looked at the youma. Then he grinned. "Girls need their hands as much as guys douche bag." The youma snapped it's jaws. It didn't get his meaning. Hell, sometimes, Castor didn't get his own meanings. As the thing examined it's newest prey, Castor kept himself as a shield best he could.
"Only plan it to kick it's a**. I call down hail. Other then that, I've got my fists. And legs. Sometimes, they're all you need." The youma kept backing up. "Looks like it'll charge us. What can you do?"

The youma growled, patience wearing thin. "Get ready to move. Just don't take cover the building." He nodded at the building's skeleton. "The bars would hamper my attack, we need it to stay out in the open."

The youma charged.

He had jumped to higher ground, trying to avoid the youma, and give himself well...
The higher ground. It also unintentionally, freed up the battle space. "Here, youma, youma, youma-" Right now, he had the thing's attention. So far so-
'Bonk' would have been the sound the rock made had life been a cartoon. Sadly life was not a cartoon and Castor was deprived of that 'bonk' noise he wanted to hear. It did have an effect though. Got the youma's attention to change to Siaph. Who it was nowing running for.

"Shi- SAIPH! Stinging Storm!" The hail came down hitting the monster, but not killing it. The desired result had been archived. It stopped the monster from getting to close to Castor's fellow suited warrior.

One good thing about construction sites: s**t can fall.

Saiph's attack sent the youma flying into a pile of large concrete slabs, which, due to the laws of gravity, toppled over and onto the thing before it could claw it's way out.

Castor winced as he saw the black slime seep through the cracks as the dust cleared. Looking back to Saiph he made a wolf whistle. "Sexy and deadly. I like that. You okay though?" He hopped down, making a face as he landed in some of the oozing remains.

"X-files? Wrong person to talk to." Castor hadn't watched it as a kid. Or as a teen. Or now. The joke went over his head like a badly tossed brick. Maybe that was how girls felt when they hung out with him sometimes.
"But if it isn't dead, we can pull a p***y move and run away. Which while a move for pussies, can and will save your life, sadly." He looked at his shoes, wincing at the slime that had begun to sink into the earth. "God, so ******** nasty."

Back to looking at her. Well, her chest mostly. "What? Oh yeah, fine." God they looked real. He'd HAVE to try and get a feel. Just one. "But what about you? Your wrist hurt? Anything else? Anything that I might be able to check?" Cue his eyebrow wiggle. He'd been practicing again. He needed more on site experience to see if it worked.

Looking at her, then at the rubble pile, then back at her, Castor grinned. It was a 's**t-eating-grin'. Walking in the bile that was youma blood, (which was evaporating, making it smell like sunshine and a sewer), Castor lifted up one large piece of rock. This rock dripped slime and a little piece of something fell from it.

Castor was fine not knowing what that piece of something was.

"Yup. I'd call it dead. if not, we'll know in a day or two and just have this boss fight again. Sometimes, I wonder if the negaverse has the cheat codes to life." They did not, and while he guessed as much, the idea of them hitting a reset button each time a youma got killed irked him. After all, THEY got pet monsters...He just got pants, (which he loved and would love forever). Still, monsters were slightly cooler than pants in many cases.

Only slightly.

"So, dead thing is dead. Sexy senshi is saved. All in a day's work. Or night's work but, really." He walked back to Saiph, holding out his arm. "I hope I will be getting the full bedroom tour for this escort service." He did another eyebrow wiggle. It almost worked the first time...

Castor gave Saiph a dopey grin. Ha! He could make her laugh. "Booze is always awesome. If anything, it'll numb the pain of my broken heart of sweet Saiph." Cue sweeping bow and- "Gabbie?" Almost immediately Castor powered down. Elzo Xanis stood in Castor's place jaw slack.
"I'm not sure this is awesome or if this is awkward as hell." He was pink in his cheeks. "God, now I feel all emasculated. And here I wanted to think I was some manly man hero and it turns out my prom date is more badass then me." He did give a small chuckle. "Ah well." Shrugging Elzo rolled his shoulders back. "I'm still up for free booze and a prom night. Not in that order...Unless you want to go to prom drunk?" A tiny brow quirked, as if it was a serious offer.