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Sailor Pasiphae was getting much better at tracking and sensing youma, even if she still had no set patrol days or grounds to cover. She had tried to get out of her house a bit more often now that the youma competition was going on, intending to keep her promise to provide aid to any of those she had met in fighting, even if she wasn't competing for the prize.

She was a bit farther a field than usual, moving beyond the shopping district and into one of Destiny City's larger parks. A sunset splashed the area with orange and gold, and a few last visitors were trickling away as she hid behind a bush to keep from being seen. The youma was close... but just where was it, exactly?

The Shame Senshi was approaching the sounds of rustling in the trees, but as she neared the area two figures immediately exploded into the open area. Pasiphae recognized the Squire from the meeting Polaris called together--if memory served, he had directly answered one of her questions and been quite polite. More importantly, he was in the middle of fighting a rather large youma, almost certainly the one that she had been tracking.

She looked around for some sort of weapon, just in case this youma couldn't be hurt by punches and kicks, but nothing immediately offered itself. So, instead, she dashed to Niflhel's side and, not wanting to get in the way of his chains, asked, "How can I help?"

The Senshi returned the Squire's smile, beginning to follow his suggestion and describing her power, "I can form--"

The spiked tail came before Pasiphae even knew it was a threat, and if not for Niflhel's quick assistance she would have experienced something far worse than having her sentence cut off. Especially given the fact that the Squire ended up taking a blow meant for her as a reward for his actions. She watched the youma carefully, just in case it made another attack as she moved to check on her companion. "Are you alright?"

She didn't have time to wait for an answer before the youma charged forward with a roar. Pasiphae immediately positioned herself between the beast and her companion, summoning her shield, "Pasiphae Shameful Isolation!" The maroon energy beads immediately surrounded her, giving her companion a visual answer as to what she could do as a Senshi. She might not be able to protect Niflhel directly, but she could certainly block a couple of blows so that he wouldn't get hit again so soon.

The shield withstood the sudden attack from the dinosaur-like youma, but it went down after a few hits. Pasiphae began to side step blows from the creature as Niflhel swung up on the back of their opponent, her marroon eyes studying the situation. The youma had lots of spikes on its back, on its tail... but maybe not its underbelly?

The Shame Senshi began to look for a long stick or something she could use to stab at said underbelly, but she called up the page to explain her strategy, "Going to go for the stomach--maybe it won't be as heavily armored?"

Good. Niflhel's acknowledgement meant that the two of them had a plan, and if Sailor Pasiphae had no confidence in herself, she had a good deal of confidence in her allies. Her eyes ran over the surrounding grass as she desperately searched for a stick, a rock, something that she could use for a weapon to put their plan into action.

There--under that tree! The Shame Senshi ran over and grabbed a reasonably sized branch, not overly pointed but certainly good enough to use as a weapon. Running back she narrowly avoided the youma's large feet as it plunked down after one of its bucking movements. The grip on her branch tightened. This was it. Now or never. She ran towards the youma, sliding slightly on the grass but managing to stab at the beast.

Pasiphae was blissfully unaware of any problems up above, at least for a short time. She grunted gratefully as she felt the branch sink into the youma's flesh, applying all ofher strength to push it in as far as it would go. Honestly, she hadn't expected to be able to do even this much, but anything she could do to aid the squire she would.

When said squire went flying into the ground, however, everything changed. The pained cries of the youma sounded much fiercier, much more dangerous to the Shame Senshi's ears. Her mind raced as her enemy now began to focus entirely on her, seeking to remove what had caused him pain. She heard Niflhel's shout of warning but couldn't respond to it, not when she was watching the monster's feet and trying to avoid being trampled under them. Pasiphae grit her teeth and went back to trying to shove the branch further into the youma. Ironically, where she stood right now was the safest place to be, and perhaps the best place to continue the attack. She just hoped she'd be able to hold out long enough for her ally to recover.

Pasiphae heard Niflhel's shout from her place underneath the youma, and her immediate reaction was relief that the Squire was okay. In response to his plan, she grit her teeth and gave the branch one more solid shove. Then, she rolled out from underneath the youma's feet, too frightened of being crushed to try just runniing away.

Pasiphae had held her breath while rolling from underneath the youma, knowing that even though it had been a better decision than to run there was a chance she would get crushed. Her hair and fuku became covered in loose grass and leaves, but she had gotten away! She began to breath again as she pushed herself to her feet.

Frankly, the Shame Senshi was awed as the Squire began to pull the youma towards him, and for a moment she just stood and watched as he did so. For her, a purely defensive fighter, seeing someone who could be so proactive was just... amazing. His call for assistance--or rather, his politely worded plea--broke this spell, however, and she called to him as she ran to help, "Of course!" She grabbed the chain with both hands and began to pull with all her strength, hoping that what she was able to provide would be enough.