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She needed some fresh air.

That was the excuse she had given to Elegancia before said elegant roommate clicked out of the suite for her beauty treatment, an air of contempt trailing close behind her ribboned high-heels. Alba was not about to spend her free afternoon tidying up around the apartment, so instead, she vouched to say that she hadn't been feeling all too well since scrubbing the bathroom floor tile earlier that morning, and that perhaps she needed to go outside to clear her head from the fumes. Truth was, she barely touched the floor with a towel; turns out it didn't take too much to please Ele, and as far as Gloria was concerned, the bathroom was spotless.

So, with all of her winter layers intact, Alba locked the door to their dorm and set off for a peaceful walk around the park. Thinking back on this moment, the brunette should have known better than to ever muse such relaxing ideas for even a second. While it might not have been in the form a of a black cat, bad luck did cross her path before she stepped on the park's snowy trail. She could already hear the screams of terror and the dull thundering of boots scrambling across the slippery snow, and she immediately regretted her decision. This was supposed to be her free day. Free of homework, free of roommates, free of patrols day. A day for Alba, now ruined by the Negaverse.

With an exasperated sigh, Alba darted behind a few dense shrubberies before the stampede of people could run by. A burst of color and light created a halo effect on the evergreen bushes, though the magic only lasted for a few seconds. Had anyone been able to catch it, they would have blamed it on the sun catching its rays on wet snow, or maybe the quality of an Afternoon Delight. Carefully, Super Sailor Alcyone stepped away from the shrubs and snuck towards the commotion. It was already uncomfortable being in uniform during broad daylight; the last thing she'd want was a police officer on her trail and a cause for arrest.

The majestic and horrifying stag had nearly pressed Perseus into a collapsable corpse when Alcyone came into view. She had been ready to call on her teammates for help, though at the sight of another skirted hero she changed her mind. "We'll see if we can work with what we have," She mumbled as she quickly got into place a few yards away.

"HEY SENSHI! RUN TOWARDS ME AS FAST AS YOU CAN, RIGHT NOW." She hollered. She gave Perseus a few minutes to scramble out of the way before yelling out her attack. The senshi had a few more seconds still before the rain really began to fall.

"Strike of Tempest's Thunder!"

Alcyone would certainly never have to worry about a dull entrance when it came to her power, though at times she wished it would move along a bit quicker. Sunlight wavered as thick clouds gathered above the galloping youma, and after a rumble of thunder, a sheet of frozen rain broke free from the clouds' restraint and drenched her target, causing it to stop in its tracks from sheer cold shock. Puffs of white air pulled around its nostrils as it snorted in frustration, and while the attempt was made to break free, it was not able to move. Too much sleet and wind kept it still, for now.

"Nice to meet you!" Alcyone remarked, her eyes still locked on her storm and the youma within it. She had learned from months of practice that the harder she concentrated on the wind and the rain, the harder they attacked her opponent and the longer they held together. "It's no problem at all, I'm always happy to lend a helping hand...or two."

Her comment was taken on a more literal sense as her right hand lifted straight up, a similar movement once popularized in the 1970's dance scene. It was unknown as to what she was doing, though any senshi or negaverse agent could tell that she was concentrating a lot of energy to that open palm, her eyes never wavering from her target. Alcyone was almost ready to release her pent up energy until Perseus leapt forward and lingered closer to the stag once more. She wasn't sure what the senshi of illusions was doing back by the storm's perimeter, though her presence seemed to stir a new level of rage to the stag. He bucked and tossed his crowned head more violently, becoming dangerously close to injuring himself from all of the hysteria.

With Perseus's return, Alcyone answered. "I'm not sure what we could afterwards, but I do have one ...last....thing..." Her hand tingled from loss of blood flow, but it only added to the effect as she swiftly swung her arm down. Simultaneously, a sharp bolt of lightning struck the bezerker youma stag just as it reared, square in the face. The electric current, coupled with the exhaustion delivered by Perseus' deadly kiss, caused the youma to fall.

Whether it was still alive or just unconscious was unclear. With Alcyone's energy spent, the storm began to wane.

"It won't be long now...." She murmured. "Once the storm fades, we can check and see if it's still alive."

"Thanks!" Alcyone remarked gratefully, though the tone of her voice gave away how exhausted she was after summoning her storm. That was the disadvantage of her wide-ranged attacks: they tended to tire her out quickly, and even more so now that it included an offensive layer into the mix. It was obvious to her that she still needed to train harder in order to keep her stamina in check, but that was for another time to dote on. Only a few clouds lingered in the sky, and they were white, bright and wispy; just as they should be on a spring afternoon.

"Right." She agreed, remembering all too well the many foul ways youma opted to die. Dust was the least repulsive, and Alcyone could only hope that this would end as well as Perseus believed to. The last thing she wanted was more youma slime on her bare legs. As soon as she felt her energy gain, Alcyone treaded carefully behind the senshi of illusions, as the grass was slick with water and the buck -- however unconscious he appeared to be -- was still technically alive.

"At this point, I usually resort to kicking or hitting with found objects if I'm lucky. I don't really want to touch the youma, but if I have to," She grimaced, surveying the area for a fallen branch without luck, "I will."

With that said, Alcyone proceeded to lift her leg and fiercely stomp on the stag's head. The sound that followed was sickening.

Alcyone's skin began to crawl as her heel sunk into the skull of the majestic stag monster, leaving a cold and sickening slime to cover her sandal up to her ankle. It was times like this one where she desperately wished for boots with her crime-fighting attire, much like the pair that Perseus kicked around in ever so fashionably. They could keep her shins warm and protect her legs from whatever peril oozed out of her enemy's injuries. Alas, she was stuck with ballerina-ribboned heels. Luckily, this only lasted for a few moments before the youma itself poofed out of existence, leaving a trail of dust on the ground and on her extended leg. This was much more tolerable, though still unpleasant; she reached a gloved hand to wipe the dust away.

"It was no problem at all! I couldn't have done it without your help. It really tired itself out after...." She paused, realizing now that she still wasn't sure what Perseus's influence was when she broke the perimeter of the storm. "Exactly what did you do to rile it up? I apologize, I must have been concentrating too hard. I'm still getting used to actually being able to attack for once."

"And yes! Me too." Was her sincere reply as she offered her clean hand for a handshake. "I don't mind at all, so long as you're alright with me adding you."