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Sailor Pasiphae had been running an errand for her father to the university library when she felt the dark energy nearby. Normally the black-haired teenager wouldn't be out this late; the only reason she was on this particular day was because she had forgotten to return a book that she had promised she would. Her parents had wanted her to wait until tomorrow, but the guilt had consumed her to the point that she had gotten up to do it now. She knew the hours that the library kept, and so it hadn't seemed like that big a deal to sneak out and take a bus to get to the school.

The minute she felt that energy signature, though, all of her plans had changed. She had found an abandoned corner and powered up, moving swiftly to find the source of the energy she felt. If it had been a youma, it probably would have come out and caught her attention. But she had to be sure, had to stop it. Then she turned a certain corner...

And what she saw made her blood run cold--a young, female college student being held down and drained by what could only be a Negaverse agent. And worse--another prone figure, perced beside the wall as though they were taking a nap in the afternoon sun. Except this was the middle of the night, and the poor student had to be another victim, a first victm. Normally, Pasiphae would've immediately called for assistance, counting on one of the older, more experienced Senshi to handle the situation. Tonight, however, she simply didn't have the time; she had to act now before the student currently being attacked was hurt any further! She dashed in immediately, insecurity cowered away by roaring anger. She swung a fist directly for the side of the enemy's face as she hissed, "Let. Her. GO!"

Sailor Pasiphe missed her first strike, hitting nothing and nearly stumbling forward. Yet... that miss might not have been to the Negaverse agent's advantage. The longer the Senshi of Shame looked around her, the angrier she became. She saw not just one or two victims, but several, drained of their vitality as though they were nothing but fruit to be sucked dry. In fact, Pasiphae was more angry than scared, an unusual feeling from her and a dangerous one. The smug, flippant attitude of the blond boy in front of her wasn't helping matters, either.

She called on her shield immediately when her opponent rushed towards her, trusting it to repel the small object in the Negaverse agent's hand. It had deflected a spear--it would deflect a paintbrush. "Pasiphae Shameful Isolation!"

Pasiphae said nothing intitially, her maroon eyes following the first strike from the Negaverse agent and evaluating his strength level based on how it hit her shield. The paint brush (yes, that was in fact what he had attacked her with, good to verify) didn't seem nearly as dangerous after having been attacked with a javelin. This Negaverse agent didn't seem to have as much control or skill either; she wasn't trying to underestimate him, but rather to accurately evaluate him and plan her attack accordingly.

She just had to distract him long enough for the shield to go down. She let him sweat out the first few seconds, watching his tapping foot with an angry serenity. WIth about ten seconds left, she answered back to his taunt, her voice quiet but firm, "No, you won't. You're going to give back every ounce of energy you took from them. I won't let you get away with this."

Almost as soon as she was done speaking the shield fell, and the Senshi of Shame leapt out immediately. It looked as though she was going to punch at the agent's face again, but at the last second she shifted her focus and ducked down, driving the punch towards her opponent's knee instead.

Pasiphae brought her arms up to protect her face from the flying paintbrush, which bounced harmlessly away. She stepped forward after that and crunched the makeshift weapon beneath the heel of her shoe. She was trying to contain her anger, to remember that, like Knight Lina, every Negaverse member had the potential to be purified and saved. The Shame Senshi wasn't a bully or a murderer; she didn't want to permanently harm anyone. But, every time her eyes fell on the victims that the boy in front of her had drained, a new flash of anger appeared.

She bent over the kneeling Negaverse agent with a hiss, grabbing his collar to haul him to his feet, "Give them back the energy you stole. Give it back!"

Pasiphae's anger made her language sharp, and her grip on the boy's collar tightened. "Who gave you the right to take anything from them? To prey on innocent people? You're a human, like them... how would you like it if someone stole YOUR energy?"

She almost--almost--laughed at his insintuation that had taken some kind of special interest in him. "Don't flatter yourself; I've met better and worse than you," Pasiphae spat. Her insult was not just for show; she literally meant the words she had said. Carnelian was better: more tragic, a lost ally. The unnamed javelin wielder she had first faced was worse: more capable, frightening. The Negaverse officer in front of her? As far as she was concerned, this was a battle that she had no qualms in fighting.

It was also a battle that, apparently, the unnamed boy before her was eager to fight as well. The kick connected with her stomach and, while not especially powerful, it did lead her to drop her opponent. Pasiphae hissed and took a step back to gather momentum for another attack... when her heeled shoe made contact with the prone messenger bag and something made a distinct crunching sound. The unexpected sound startled her, and she looked down to see just what it was she had stepped on.

Her opponent's efforts to distract her was in vain; the more words he threw at her, the more Pasiphae realized she could ignore the majority of them and not miss anything important to her mission. She didn't feel overly confident in judging him as "all talk, no action." The increased physicality of his attack, and the crunching sound she had heard beneath her feet, led her to the conclusion that whatever was in the bag was important to the Negaverse agent. And if it was important enough for him to defend, it was important enough for her to get her hands on.

She planted her feet in the ground and withstood her oppoent's kick, a hiss of pain escaping her lips. She didn't falter or fall, however, which allowed her to give a kick of her own that sent the contested messenger bag sliding across the ground. She immediately dove after it, determined to get her gloved hands on it before her attacker could.

The results of her diving was success, as one gloved hand clutched the fabric of the bag. Then, failure, as the Negaverse agent also got a hand hold on the contested property. This turn of events resulted in a tug-of-war, of sorts. Pasiphae certainly was yanking on the bag with all of the might her one hand could offer, her gaze focused on it. She still had no idea what could be in the bag, but she knew it was breakable, whatever it was. This led to a new idea, though, that changed the tug-of-war format. She curled her free hand into a fist and punched the bag as many times as she was able, determined to destroy whatever was in there. The Shame Senshi didn't believe in hurting other people if she could avoid it, but inanimate objects were fair game.

If she had been thinking about it, Pasiphae could've seen that she was too emotional and was, as a result, not fighting as effectively as possible. She could try a bit harder to grab the bag. She could try and attack the lieutenant in front of her, and not just his bag. She could even just try to run her opponent off so that she could better tend to the drained students that lay around them. Her anger was overpowering her better judgement, however, and made her completely focused only on getting rid of whatever it was that the Negaverse agent wanted.