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After almost a full weekend of more excitement than any girl could handle, Audrey had escaped from her parents' imposed confinement yet again. It was soothing, to slip into the role of captain of the Negaverse once again. It had felt almost like half-living, spending so much time as a mundane human girl again, though granted her activities had been anything but mundane. Skinny dipping, getting caught at it, the ball. What had happened after the ball. Cheeks pinked as with a quick hop, she ascended onto a nearby roof, distracted by the pain that shot up her leg when landing. The fracture had looked nearly healed, baffling her doctor earlier that day as he'd clucked his tongue and simply wrote it off as having an efficient immune system. Apparently it wasn't as healed as she'd expected!

She knew better, it was the corruption running through her blood that so conveniently healed injuries. Once again, the Negaverse was making her life better, day by day. Almost every area of her life had benefited from her double life - more confidence, more intelligence, and sometimes she swore up and down that she'd become prettier. After the ball, and that night at the club, the friends she'd been attracting, it was so easy to believe. None of them would have looked twice at plain ol' Audrey, the geeky math student from Meadowview who played a little too much Warcraft. Leaning on her staff to keep weight off the injured leg for jumps, the girl moved through the city, hopping down into an alley downtown without bothering to pay attention to much of her surroundings.

It was probably a very bad idea.

What the s**t was that?! Well okay, she knew what it was, but it made no sense. Had she really been paying that little attention? It was galling, to land on someone, and the questions would no doubt be awkward. Until, of course, her hand shot out and removed the beating life from that person's chest. Didn't they tell people to avoid alleyways in downtown Destiny City these days? Negaverse officers were the least of a person's worry sometimes, though the body that was beneath her was distinctly male, it lacked the softness that was usually found in females excluding one Janice Fitzpatrick.

A hand shoved at her injured leg to move and she hissed lightly in pain before she got a good look at the boy, and just goggled. Oh good God, this was really ******** ridiculous. Her first night back out, and she hadn't even realized that she was jumping on top of a senshi?! And from the look of the uniform and the fact that he was currently running, it was a bottom-rung one to boot. That was just absolutely ridiculous! Rising to her feet, gold eyes skimmed the floor of the alleyway, finding exactly what she needed. Gloved hands delicately lifted the lid from the metal trashcan, and chucked it as hard as she could like a frisbee in the boy senshi's direction. Maybe she could kill him before he realized she was injured!

Watching the metal connect with the senshi's back, a rather justified sense of accomplishment ballooned up within the Negaverser. She'd never quite done anything like that, so to nail it on the first try was absolutely extraordinary! So the annoyed and cranky scowl was tempered with a cocky grin and a ripple of laughter. Eyes widened a bit at the attack being sent her way, but even injured she was faster than usual - it was her thing. Obsidian was strong and Tanzanite was brutal. She was incredibly agile and had a fairly stacked dex score as well.

A quick pivot on gray heels and the sand flew past her almost harmlessly. It did send her forward an inch or two and Linarite was forced to catch herself on her staff before throwing weight onto the injured leg. Sand was in her hair and coated the back of her uniform, causing the scowl to re-emerge as she tried to shake it out. "Now c'mon, that wasn't very nice was it?" Sticking the pick of her staff into the ground, the bluenette did a move that she had stolen from, of all things, strippers. Her weight was thrown around the staff and pushed off, dragging it with her in a kick out at the senshi. If it missed, her momentum would make it look absolutely retarded and she would probably skin her knee.

If she made it, he'd get a rather rude kick in the stomach. It was a fair tradeoff.

Alright, so it was a bit of a cheap shot. They were distracted with the fact that she was acting like some goddamn dollar dancer at the local joint instead of an actual fighter. But didn't you use whatever was at your disposal? While hurt, it was her most effective way of fighting anyone so easily defeated as a lowbie senshi. Really though, she wished he'd either run away, or stop running back and forth up the alley! She couldn't keep up and was not about to pull her youma for something like this. It drew far too much attention, and the last thing Linarite needed to do was pull more of the Lunars!

"Well if you'd just stand still we wouldn't have this problem!" To Taranis' ears, she sounded serious, which of course she was! If they just let you kill them, then you really had no worries about nearly broken legs that were not quite healed and might cause you a bit of trouble if anyone found out. It was fairly obvious, so her time was running out. Certainly she was not about to teleport away! That was even more shameful than the fact that she'd landed on the kid without even noticing! Rapidly closing the distance before he could get too high, the petite captain hauled on the belts around his waist, trying to dislodge him. God, her leg hurt!

Audrey had always hated her hair. It was long as hell, bright ******** blue, and not even remotely easy to manage unless you were an expert like Fallon. Linarite felt similarly about the hair, and the fact that it was times like this that it was goddamn inconvenient. Stars, not star seeds, floated in front of her eyes and the honey browns nearly touched while they crossed with pain. That was nothing, however, compared to when a booted foot connected solidly about two inches below the break in her leg. Unwilling, excruciating tears dripped out of the corners of Lina's eyes as she cried out in pain before throwing fists out and solidly aiming for the senshi's crotch and jaw. One was bound to land.

"Let go of my hair and fight like a man! Or are your ruffly shorts too tight, senshi b*****d?!" Pain or no pain, she was not about to lose to a greenhorn senshi who didn't even know how to properly run away! It was unthinkable, shameful, degrading. No, Linarite wouldn't be the one running!

Sailor Castor was a senshi who had worn shorts. But that hadn't stopped him from being everything that the captain thought a guy should be when it came to fighting, if Nealite was telling the truth about him. He threw punches, wrestled, scrabbled. None of this pansy hair pulling and face-shoving! The only time Linarite could ever recall fighting in this manner was the one and only time that she'd been able to fight 'Sailor Nea' in the middle of the mall. And that had been staged! Thinking of the Senshi of Hail pulled at her heart almost as painfully as Taranis had hit her leg.

It was relief to see him running and her head dropped a bit a moment before she heard that eloquent shout, causing her to jerk up again. It was probably thankful that he was aiming for her leg, else there would have been a rather agonizing shot to the chest that she absolutely did not need on top of her current injuries. But as that sand impacted and shot onto the exact fracture point, she screamed long and loud in pain. God, oh God it hurt! It was too soon, too little strength left in her to continue on. Bluntly, Linarite was forced to admit that this was all a mistake, and she was done for. Summoning the last of her energy, she barely even shot her opponent a glance before with a glimmer of shadows and a 'pop!', the young woman was gone. All that remained was a trash can lid and sand in the greasy alley to even suggest that a battle had taken place there.

Across town, Lina fell back into her human guise, curled up on her floor, and quietly wept while cradling her leg. Though she had given him up, though she intended to never see him again, Castor was still causing her more pain than ever imagined. Definitely more than she ever wanted. The senshi all had to die, and that night, Sailor Taranis rose high on the list of those that would go first. He'd cause her shame, and would suffer for it one day!