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"You don't tell them you're going to kill them." Scylla said, a heel clicking on the sidewalk like a stamp. It was a few days since the Luchadome, and the bruises left on her body from Don Diablos hadn't faded yet. (She'd known she was a Pelvis fan. Friggin Don Diablos.) But the majority of the burn had been taken by the eight other bodies he'd tossed out of the ring along with her in the third round, and she'd only been unconscious for a couple hours.

The concussion had been minor, and the blow to her back had healed up pretty quick with IcyHot(TM) and her Senshi powers. She'd been back on the field as of last night, sticking her nose back in the routine of Patrolling for Youma and Negaversers. And since that adorable little Guardian had powered her up, she'd had precious few chances to test her new powers.

What better way to do it than on the only youma she'd run into tonight?

"When you're fighting a youma," Scylla continued, and gave the other powered fighter a cocky grin, "You don't play with your food." She looked toward the weakened creature, and her gaze sharpened. It wasn't Scylla's Sorrow, not anymore. "Hunger." she mouthed. It was all she had to say, and her power responded with a familiar jerking. There was the shaking of ground, and the Kraken's arm reached through the sidewalk, breaking it like a wave to wrap around the weakened youma.

A sickening crack, and the youma was destroyed; the arm sank back into the ground and vanished.

Kill Stealing wouldn't be approved of by Zora, but this wasn't a video game. This was Real Life.

This girl had Zora's view of life- Kill Stealing was auto PvP. Person versus Person, Player vs Player, Punisher vs Prey- whatever the redhead thought up for her label that day. (This senshi was a redhead too. Maybe it was something they had in common, bad tempers.) "You are ******** crazy!" she spat; the punch had mostly been avoided, but they had grazed her lip, and she'd cut it lightly on one of her teeth. Which might be loose, she couldn't tell. b***h had a good right hook.

Now, Jada had sparred plenty, but actually getting into actual hand-to-hand combat was relatively new to her, not having so much as an improvised weapon. Fight or Flight instincts were warring, Jada as Jada saying GET THE ******** AWAY and Jada as Scylla saying GET IN THERE AND KNOCK THE RED OUT OF HER HAIR. Seriously. She danced backwards, falling back into avoidance habits by sneering at Gunn. Probably Definitely not the smartest thing she'd ever done. But she couldn't help it! "If I'd known you were going to whine about it, I'd have let you have it."

Well... maybe not. Sailor Scylla stepped backwards again, glad that the two of them were on solid ground and not a rooftop or anything.

What the hell?! Scylla watched the other Senshi grab up a huge chunk of concrete from the sidewalk and start running at her, swinging her weapon. It was a very deer in the headlights expression. And she really, really didn't want to get smashed in the face by a slab of concrete! She flung herself to the side, narrowly avoiding the slab-hammer. "Nothing's wrong." she said it breathlessly, and it didn't have the exaggerated patience she was going for. "Just waiting for you to grow up."

Maybe if she ducked and dodged enough, the other Senshi would get tired? Or bored. If worst came to worst, she'd just tangle the crazy heifer in a tentacle or twelve, and take a ten to thirty second head start. Jada was strongly encouraging practicing her "GTFO" skill.

Asking if Scylla had any respect for other's property would have gotten Gunn a nice blank look. Youma weren't property, cars were- youma were prey.

Another swing came flying at Scylla's head, and the senshi took another step back, alarm bels ringing. The chunk of concrete went flying, and the woman's face clearly went through an 'Oh s**t' stage before it settled on 'bring it' and then the other Scout was in her personal space- Scylla's personal space- punching at her like she was a bag, not a person. A foot smashed into her instep and Scylla cursed, twisting. Her right, to Gunn's left, and she tried to get around behind the b***h.

If all else failed, the fact that she was using her right arm to try and shove Gunn off balance might do something- at least distract her for a second?

Oh, good; the b***h was off her game, it seemed. Scylla was stepping away from her, haughty, head in the air, when the other sailor scout threw something at her. It looked like innocent enough objects for the briefest of moments, and Scylla was getting to roll her eyes. And then suddenly, it was fire.

Scylla saw red. Not the red of fire. The red of fury. She saw the Salamanders, melting through glass, and held the memories of having her burns scraped for weeks, and the fact that she had hated fire since that day, and for the first time, she saw Gunn as enemy. All the reasons she had to be angry she held in her mind, and she ducked what she could, ignoring the sizzling of strands of hair as she tried to duck and dodge out of the way of the matches- not as successfully as she would have liked. "SCYLLA'S HUNGER!" she roared- and it was a full-throated roar, not anything quiet, but commanding, and the rumble of the very cement they stood on precluded the appearance of her attack.

Gunn would have time to get out of the way, perhaps, were she crafty, but a split second later the limbs of the Kraken erupted from the concrete, three of them, almost two feet in diameter at their base, and some of the main arms she could summon. There were to be no games with this one, not anymore. Shaking with fury, Scylla extended her hand toward Gunn. Catch her! And the limbs went for Gunn, all three, curling around themselves; their suckers hungry teeth were gnashing, eager.

It was with distinct relief that Scylla watched the other senshi flee the scene of the... whatever had happened. The kraken limbs hung in the air almost like depressed dogs until she dismissed them a moment later.

Gunn's shoes were on the sidewalk, and Jada vengefully kicked one of them down a sewer drain before continuing her patrol for the night.