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Ixion had been on his way home when he skirted across the field and saw Nifhel. His patrol had been uneventful, now his night was getting interesting. The young senshi had never seen a Knight before, and for a moment he was hesitant about approaching. The boy’s first thoughts were that the man in the strange outfit was with the Negaverse, as his aura wasn’t distinctly senshi. As a chibi senshi, his senses about this sort of thing were not fine tuned. He knew there were senshi, and there was ‘others’ and chaos. The distinction between ‘other’ and chaos was not well apparent.

It took a few minutes for Ixion to determine that Nifhel’s power signature was not one of the Negaverse. Thank god for that, since his last encounter had left the boy with a wounded hand. His injury was still not fully healed. Though you could not see the bandages underneath his glove, Ixion did hold his hand in an awkward manner.

Tentatively, the little orange and grey senshi approach the strangely dressed man. He came up behind him. When Nifhel went to get the ball, Ixion followed him like a shadow, silently following the man but unsure of whether to speak.

Nifhel’s obvious ease and relaxed position at Ixion’s presence made the boy feel more comfortable. He definitely wasn’t going to kill or attack him, right? Cautiously, Ixion reached out and lightly tapped Nifhel’s shoulders. Tap… tap…. His face remained stony, but mildly curious as an eyebrow raised. “I just wasn’t sure what you are. ...What are you?”

A Knight? That was a real thing? “Page, like a piece of paper? You're a paper Knight?” Were Knight made of paper and made real, straight out of a storybook? Ixion was sure he knew a few girls who would love that.

Ixion took a defensive stance, as if the question was offensive. He was a senshi! Obviously! How could there be any doubt? “I’m Ixion, senshi of coal! Can’t you tell?”

“I don’t know him really.” English mythology wasn’t high on his reading list, nor something they had yet covered in school.

“I’m not that young! I’m not a baby!” The eleven year old rolled his eyes. Seriously, why did everyone have to treat him like he didn’t know what he was doing. “I’m totally capable…”

The boy paused. Something was stirring his senses, but when he turned to look at what lurking around, he saw nothing.

The koosh-ball like youma nearly ran straight into the small senshi. Reflexes acting quickly, Chibi Ixion grabbed hold of the strange monster’s fuzzy head. It felt oddly squishy under his hands. Without thinking about it, the boy tossed the thing aside like he was a bullfighter. It was a light as a basketball, and was easily flung to the side. The youma made a sad little cry before calling out for the soccerball again, “ Baaaaaaaallllllll!?”

The youma somehow sprang back up onto it's foot, wobbling back and forth.

Ixion glanced back at Nifhel. “Looks like you’re not the only one who wants to play.”

“Ixion Coal Rush!” Instead of a ball, the koosh youma was met with a hard lump of coal. The coal hit the youma directly in the eye, though it did not break into soot. The youma still ended up blinking furiously as it teetered on its single foot, trying to keep balance.

“What is with this thing?” Ixion took the opportunity to pick up the ball and bounce it back at the youma while it was somewhat blind.

Chibi Ixion watched the youma bounce the ball away and the way that it sprang back and forth on its foot. Even though the youma was partially tied lashed from Nifhel’s chains, it still had a strong shot. The ball flew back at Ixion, nearly smacking him the face, but Ixion was quick to dodge that. Dodging balls was one of the few things he was really good at.

The youma was like a spring, spry and bouncy. It seemed that attempting to knock it over with the ball, or really anything wasn’t going to work.

“We need to get it off it’s foot! Or still atleast!” The boy looked around. The goal post! “Do you think you can tie it up” Ixion pointed to the post before picking up the ball and running over to the goal.

“Fuzzy ball! Is this what you want? You’ll have to come get it!” Ixion began kicking the ball back and forth under his feet, traveling a figure eight around the goal.