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Pollux was that close to having his moment of rage quit. The whole night and so far, all that happened was that he'd gotten jack s**t done and quite frankly that pissed him off. He wanted results, just one youma, just one thing to dust. Heck, he'd even settle for some negaverser. Anything. Any- Oh. Oh s**t. He'd been so wrapped up in his thoughts Pollux hadn't thought to pay mind to the energies around him, but now looking at some kid in the darkness all those warning bells were going off. This guy was way hardball. Out of his zone.

Pollux regret that wish for anything, making a mental note to be more specific from then on.

"I don't suppose I can get rain check on the inevitable can I?" He took a cautionary step back. Stall, watch, use everything and anything to stay alive. From the look this guy was giving him, combined with that gut sickening feeling of 'wrong' Pollux didn't plan of giving this agent any openings.

Another step back, muscles tense. Trust was Pollux was starting to feel like a house cat facing an ally cat. One that hadn't been de-clawed or neutered. "I could offer many things some less legal than others, some things materialistic or somethings above a set value." Just what was this guy's motive? Why wasn't he moving to attack?

His lip twitched at the idea that the guy wasn't out for blood. Not the worst thing to hear, but he wasn't about to give him the benefit of the doubt. Muscles still taught, Pollux held an experiment hand out. "...Pollux, frost. Frankly I like not being the center of attention, and as for about myself, I enjoy staying alive, not fighting, and though these uniforms don't really give away much, I enjoy a good sense of fashion."

His free hand made an idle motion. "But we never get to say how we look apparently. not in our contracts with the cosmos I guess."

His lip twitched, a small smirk as his hand shake was rejected, recalling Nemesis. This guy was wary and really, Pollux supposed he couldn't be blamed. He returned the bow, but kept his gaze level, never giving the general a chance to escape his sight. Each step he took, has the senshi backing up however. Small or not, he was powerful. You didn't have that much power without a reason.

"No, I don't have a court, much less any affiliation with-" he waved a hand around, "Whoever they are. No, I keep to myself and a few others. I just want to stay out of sight. Would I join them? ******** no." His expression was of disgust. "I have enough people lording over my life, I don't need any more in the form of some bullshit team."

Just keep chatting, make a run when he could. Call Castor, hide. He wasn't stupid enough to take one this guy...even if he looked damn..well he looked puny really. "I prefer it this way."

Pollux's eyebrow twitched. This guy was rubbing off on him in the wrong way. Jesus were all negaverse people dicks like this? Probably given their reputation. The clicking of the tongue was also getting to him. "Frankly, I do mind you asking, since I might as well ask you where you get off sending out monsters to harm innocent people, why don't you stay 'just a civilian'?" Pollux's irritation was rising. He didn't like his job, but it didn't mean he was going to ignore it.

"And they aren't tights a*****e, they're leggings. At least I'm not the neon highlighter ninja."

He was glaring now, and had stopped backing away. The his teeth clenched at the tights. Leggings he comforted his mind into things. Leggings. "Nobody wanted to get sucked into a ******** coma, much less one with ******** scalped girls and riddling crows and ******** man eating witches and just-" He was cut short as an object was thrown at him. As soon as he caught it-

It exploded in his hand. Gas engulfed him and his mouth, his eyes, his nose, it all burned. ******** his life. It was some tear gas and it was all around him. He was all but incapacitated- and completely vulnerable.

Meanwhile, down the way, Castor was taking down another youma, until he felt it. that brush of dark energy in the distance overpowering the weaker, small energy of a senshi. A quick look at his phone and his heart jumped into his throat.
The youma could wait. His brother could not.

Coughing, bling, and in pain, Pollux was trying to find a way out of the cloud, blind to the fact he was now a prime target. The lash sent him down, the smoke wasn't leaving quite yet, even with the small summer night air flowing in. he wanted point out it wasn't just them. Senshi had died too according to the stories. He innocents had suffered. But to punish them all for the mistake of one was absurd. Senshi didn't steal life. Often they protected it. Pollux wanted to fight back, but he was struck. His throat was sore and he couldn't even choke out an attack if he wanted to.

Thankfully he didn't. Screaming out his name, Castor was there,"Bro! Pollux!" Unknowing Pollux had gotten to the edge of the smoke, just enough that Castor was able to reach him, the smoke getting him, but nothing like what Pollux was suffering. "Goddamn it, see this is why you need to listen to your big bro you dipshit." The senshi of frost just hacked, clinging to the hand, wanting to get somewhere to stop the burning agony.
Looking at the General, the senshi of hail hissed as he felt the smoke take it's effects on him. "******** you Zink! Stinging Storm!" It was time to retreat.