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The events that had taken over in that square mile near Meadowview we're strange enough when they started, the sun seemed listless, people moped and sulked about like they were half asleep, dragging their way to coffee shops much the same way he had for some time as he tried to keep up with burning the candle at both ends.

The foot ball field dying had made him frown as well, that was...curious, but in and of itself wasn't enough to -really- do more than make him mark it down as 'interesting' and 'of note'. But then the creatures came, flying things that came out both night and day, histrionic reports where people claimed they were nearly carried away, reports that others HAD been carried away.
Flying... that too caught his eye, but he wasn't sure what to make of it...he was sure somehow that it tied directly to the field they had taken, but was it because THEY had taken it?...or was it because it had been taken 'at all', it was hard to say. Perhaps it was a result of the fact they fought there which made dangerous implications for the continuing battle with no hint in his mind for how to solve it let alone how to warn anyone who might be able to do something about it.

Tonight though there was something -else- he was able to confirm from the gossip and the rumors... and that, was that they had no qualms at -all- about attacking Negaverse Agents. It had taken no small amount of effort just to pry himself free of its grip, and that was after a small if uneven flight that had ended up with booting the thing in the chin having fond out much to his disgust and distress that it had -no face- to speak of, and thereby it rendered his smoke (blinding and choking) apparently useless...certainly it hadn't seemed much phased by the smoke pellet, though he suspected it might see 'heat' because it had wavered in its course.

He rolled to a stop on the rooftop trying to get his bearings and wishing he had time to let his stomach and head settle before it came at him again, he did not however have that luxury, with his smoke pellets 'out' of use he scrabbled to his feet in search of something slightly better to smack it with, to the misfortune of whomever lived in the apartments below that was looking like it would have to be that old TV antenna.

"Well...that just makes my night." He said dripping with sarcasm, it was quickly replaced by a sharp burst of laughter to see her hauled into the air by one ankle. "I take that back...that -does- make my night. Would you like a -hand-?" He offered returning the sarcasm to his voice. "Oh...-right- YOUR attack is smoke based like mine, and it lacks one... you DO need a hand, such a shame."
You couldn't see the smile but you could hear it in his voice as he pulled up his goggles and stooped to pick up a chunk of brick, he lobbed it through the air not caring if he hit HER or if he hit 'IT'.

"Here I was starting to think these flying fiends were Yours!" He said not bothering to conceal his amusement at the sight, he didn't even have to bring his own Yoma out, why play a card you didn't have to after all.

He loaded his sling shot and did her the 'favor' of tying to obscure her vision, the unfortunate thing was that the wings would soon clear the smoke but while it lasted it was at least inconvenient.
"You can try, but don't think I'll sit around and wait, If anyone goes home in a body bag today I'll make sure it's you..."

Senshi, all the same, preaching on and on about what you should and should not do with 'every day humans' and then turning around and trying to kill you, dramatic speeches and so on. Not that some of them didn't make good on their threats but there was an awful lot of talking for every action.

Ironic complaint coming from Zinkenite all things considered.

((lost IRL))

Successfully engulf the senshi of smoke in his own smoke? Check, no matter how temporary it HAD worked, start to make a departure on foot to leave the b***h Senshi to deal with the monster? ....eh...half a check.
Become an impromptu landing pad for lardass in a mini skirt? Unfortunate check. He'd have been swearing had he not had the air driven out of his lungs. Amazing how someone so slender could weigh so much on impact.

He hissed his fury though his teeth and as soon as he had the forethought to do so reached for her star seed, classic and perhaps predictable.

"Wouldn't that be entertaining to see you try..." He said flexing his fingers, though the crazed look in her eyes like some B-movie psychopath made him more than a little glad that last he checked, senshi could NOT rip out starseeds without a nega hand to guide them.

He at least needed no battle cry, just flung a handful of pellets back towards her, they scattered over the dirty ground and started divulging their sulfurous odored contents in thick belching plumes of grey. His goggles went up, his mask already was and he was ready, or he thought he was ready... but her Smoke was more than his own, there were...reactions that started to seep in at the corners as it enfolded him. He stumbled to one side trying to stay out of her own reach, praying that his own smoke leveled the playing field at least marginally. It wasn't looking good for that...

s**t...s**t s**t he Hated Senshi magic so much, this was nearly as bad as Perseus' kiss..what was that...he could swear he heard someone whisper in his ear, started to turn towards it his heart beating in his ears.
The sound of someone falling, his heart was in his mouth and he could hear his blood rushing in his ears as he fought to concentrate, disoriented, paranoid and searching.

He bumped the edge of the roof with one boot and froze, the edge of the roof refused to be a solid thing in his mind, momentarily refused to BE the edge of the roof as part of his mind briefly insisted that senshi could scrape like bricks and mortar against the heel of his boot.

He swept his arm low and arcing trying to strike her, no kicking for him, not when he was sure there was something -else- in the fog with them, the flying monster made the thought all the more reasonable and he could nearly feel its eyeless face hovering close to the back of his neck.

"I'll use you as a landing pad first..." he snarled "And I'll be sure to rip out your star seed before impact, though if it's as dull as your WIT it might be worthless."
He kicked back at her, shins aching and reaching a disgusted hand towards her chest area... at least until he felt things slipping out of his pockets.
He clapped his hands down on them and kept kicking instead...
Which was right about when the monster tossed them both for a little roof-rash. He flipped head over boot heels before landing with a SCRUNCH across the roof surface, not for the first time glad that he was so well covered in cloth, though he could feel the burn of it despite what thin protection it offered.

Then he saw the glint of red in the low evening light.
A glint, the object...roughly the size of his palm lay between them. His eyes locked on hers, and he scrambled to reach for it.

"Do you think you can -keep it- Ares?" He growled "Return it now and perhaps I will not linger when I tear out your dim star." He stood and with a quick move of his hand held more smoke to choke and blind curled into the palm of his hand, his eyes were masked behind blue stained goggles though they were ajar from the fall. He did not move them, it was as though he felt no need to be exactly proper for her.
"Give... it... back." He said carefully and rolled the smoke pellets in his palm. "And I won't shove that torch so deeply down your sinuses that it meets the stick in your..."
He mercifully omitted the last word though the meaning was clear enough, opting instead to throw one of the smoke pellets to either side of her and launching forward with the third in hand meaning to deposit it down her ample cleavage where it would haunt her even if she ran.