He’d really really tried to avoid doing cliché facebook pictures for anything and yet over the last month he’d been reduced to doing it more and more often. He –so- wasn’t leaving his phone or a camera around anywhere while he stalked youma hoping that no one would take it. It was almost sad though that he couldn’t post them on his facebook. Some of them were damn good shots if he had to say so himself. Which was saying a lot if he had any voice in the matter considering half of them were taken while running away from some bizarre looking abomination and trying not to get eaten at the same time.

He’d been all ready to have another picture to add to the list he was going to be depressed about not being able to upload too. It would have been perfect if the sound of the phone snapping the picture hadn’t coincided with something warm and slightly sticky wrapping around his ankle and pulling him off his feet.

“s**t!” His arms cracked against the sidewalk, jarring pain up the entire length of both of his arms, as he was pulled off balance and drug back toward the youma. Scrambling to roll himself over and try to kick at the tentacle at the same time he just managed to miss his chance to grab a passing park bench. It was a shame too as now he was being drug toward a rather impressive set of teeth.

“Tic tac’s … someone invented tic tacs for just this reason. You –reek-.”

With a rather impressive kick to the tentacle, tongue, whatever, that was wrapped around his leg (and what would end up being a hugely impressive bruise on his own ankle) he managed to skewer the appendage with a heel causing the youma to pull it back with a loud whine.

Cursing, and half limping, he scrambled to his feet and a away from the youma while it nurses its wound. He doubted that would stop it at all but at least it meant that the tongue-thing was probably out of commission for a while. He shook his ankle out, trying to ignore the pain, before straightening up.

“Alright you ugly … I’m going with camelion-dog … lets try that again.” He dusted his hands off as the creature swiveled it’s eyes back at him and hissed.

Claws scraping along the sidewalk, rear ones tearing up the grass, the youma charged at him teeth bared still determined to eat the senshi despite the earlier failure.

He was having no part of that and ducked out of the way as the creature took a dive at him. It would have been a brilliant move if he’d paid attention to the stupid things tail which made perfect contact with his side and sent him tumbling across the grass.

Groaning he pulled himself up and turned to face the thing again. “Damn you ******** hit hard.” Shaking his hair out of his face he held his hands up and smirked. “Lets see how you like the taste of this.” The neon glow began between his palms as the youma lined up again for another pass. When he was sure he had enough energy stored and its mouth was open wide enough he reeled back and tossed the glowing ball straight down the youma’s throat. It wasn’t a hard task considering how big the damn things mouth was.

The youma looked for a moment like it was going to completely ignore his attack. Cursing he scrambled out of the way just as the thing clawed itself to a stop with a vicious, and rather pained sounding, wail. The youma thrashed around in the grass, clawing at its own throat, before exploding into a pile of ash.

Taking a deep breath he let his shoulders relax …

“jesus ******** .. .god damn, s**t that hurts.” Glad there was no one around to see as he grabbed his ankle and hopped backwards until he hit a tree he could lean against.

At least now he knew why it was a good idea to never get kicked by a girl in high heels. Those bitches hurt! Leaning his head back against the tree he powered down and yanked off his converse (which took a lot less effort than trying to take off Arachne’s boots) to look at the damage.

“God I won’t be able to wear shorts for a week at least.” His ankle bone was already turning a nice shade of purple which went lovely with the red welt in the shape of the back curve of the boot’s heel. “This is so not how being a dashing super hero is supposed to go you know.” Maybe a few strategic cuts and bruises were in order but not the crap he’d had to put up with so far. It was a damn good thing his parents weren’t over bearing or he’d never be able to hide the bruises. He wasn’t even going to think about what that was going to do to his dating life.

Wincing he pulled his shoe back on and hobbled over to kick at the dust spread in a pile next to the sidewalk.

“Good riddance.” Calling up his phone again he checked the picture he’d managed to take. It was a rather nice shot of his face and shoulder but the rest of it was spoiled by the slobbering thing behind him and the obvious intent of its tongue. “Oh well … at least it’s visible and it counts.” He shook his head and sent the picture off to the short-skirted hottie who was running the contest