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Where the page hadn't noticed the energy of another drawing closer, the same couldn't be said for the rookie lieutenant. She'd felt the presence of an order aligned figure nearby, and she'd purposefully gone searching for it.

Not that he was all that hard to find, not when he was wandering around so apparently blind.

She was perched rather casually on the edge of an awning proclaiming the best Italian cuisine in all of the city. Giovani's, an ancient restaurant Xeno had actually gone to a few times with her mother before times got hard and they couldn't afford it anymore. Seemed the business had fared about the same, if the faded, out-dated decor and dirty windows were any indication. She watched the young man as he stared up at him, leaning forward so she could rest her forearms on her knees. Slender fingers hooking idly.

To her credit, Xenotime didn't look half as new to this whole thing as she actually was. When painite had offered her power, Poe had leapt at it, and she was adapting excellently.

"You look like a deer caught in headlights," she commented, grinning. "What's the matter with you?"

The scowl that slide into being on his face only seemed to amuse her further, and a flash of white teeth caught the subtle light thrown by a nearby street light. Like the Cheshire cat as he smiled down at Alice in the Dreary Tumtum Tree woods. Unfortunately for the knight however, Xenotime wasn't half the trickster, and her grin only seemed to thinly veil the dangerous way she was looking at him.

"Run away?" She laughed, a harsh bark of sound in the quiet evening. "Why the ******** would I do a stupid thing like that?" Even. Score her corruption into the lieutenant staring down at the boy, Xeno had been a fighter. A frequent visitor to a favored gym, it was more then just a work out, it was a hobby.

"I guess it's not a totally mental idea," she considered conversationally, glancing down at the studs that covered the knuckles on her gloves. "I mean, if you wanted to give it a go I would t blame you. You don't look like much of a fighter." Looks had the potential to be deceiving, but somehow the agent of chaos didn't think so, not this time.

"Well those lieutenants aren't here, now are they?" If he'd been hoping to avoid a fight tonight, then he had run into the wrong negaverse agent. Xenotime did have fighting experience. More then that really, the girl had a love of it, it was a hobby, and obsession. She was in the gym four times a week hammering away at a heavy bag to keep her skills sharp.

The annoyance that flashed across his features was just amusing, and the grin Xeno was sporting grew. It hadn't been as much of a reaction as she would have liked, but it was enough to know he responded to needling comments. "Are you sure?" She glanced down at her nails and the fresh coat of plum polish she'd applied earlier that day. It was flawless, not a single chip or scratch, but that was about to change. "Last chance to walk away."

She didn't bother looking up Ashe scaled the wall to land beside her on the awning, not until she'd had enough of her nails. Whether he answered or not, she'd given him his last chance to save himself, and when he didn't move to leave she lowered her hand beside her to help push herself up. "Well alright, but I did warn you..."

She almost sounded sorry, almost. If not for the eager grin it would have been totally believable.

Two quick steps was all it took to close the gap between them, and when she reached the young man her right first was already cocked back, whipping forward and aimed at his face. She probably should have grabbed the front of his shirt, him in place, but she didn't think it'd be fair.

Oh ho, maybe he was a little less helpless then she'd assumed? Or lucky. Regardless he'd been successful in dodging her first punch, but as his elbow connected with her stomach she grabbed his arm, holding on as she continued moving, forcing the both of them off the awning and towards the concrete below. The first impact of arm against stomach was unpleasant, the second, as they hit the ground, would be worst, but he'd be the one hitting the ground with her on top of him.

Her voice was a little strained as she spoke, but blows to the stomach will do that to a person. "Well you're not quite so clueless as I had thought." It was a compliment, albeit a backward one. "Not that it matters."

She'd underestimated him out the gate, it was a careless mistake, and not one Xenotime was willing to make a second time. She was going to treat this soldier like any other skilled opponent she faced down. No more playing, it was time to get serious.

Rolling away from him, she popped back up to her feet, falling into her familiar stance. Not anything instantly recognizable, but claiming bits and pieces and many different styles. Martial arts as well as good old fashioned street brawling.

The lieutenant was grinning as her opponent got to his feet and took those few cautious steps forward. She was ready for him when he darted forward, and the swipe to her legs was avoided with a quick side step, and in that same motion she moved to attack. Her left arm drawing back as if she meant to throw another punch, but instead her leg came up when she neared him, and she drove her knee up and into his stomach as hard as she could. Fingers catching him his shoulder this time to keep him from simply slipping away.

"You're better then I thought," she hissed near his ear, then let him go and bounced out of reach. "But I'm still better."

There was no time for him to regestering all of what she said, or even really to recover from the knee to his solar plexus, if she had managed to nail him good. She was moving again, darting forward and feinting to the left before drawing her right fist back and hurling it forward towards his cheek.

This kid was a rookie, it was painfully obvious to Xenotime as she felt the sharp impact of her knuckles against his cheek. Everything about him screamed green. Not just as a fighter, but as a soldier in this large scale war. She could be wrong of course, at least about the second part, but there was a shiny newness to him. Briefly she had to wonder if she had that same new penny look, that naive eagerness, that fear. God, she hoped not. She might be new to the Negaverse, but she certainly didn't seem like a ******** greenhorn.

She watched him rock back from the impact, laughter bubbling up in her throat, and for just a second she dropped her guard, and that was enough for the boy to land a surprisingly nice left hook to the side of her face. There was no skill to it, and he wasn't exactly physically imposing, but if nothing else he had luck, and that one hit stung.

It was enough to drop the Lieutenant's cockiness a touch, and as she turned her head back to face the page there was a dangerous resolve glittering in gray scale eyes. No more games, no more taunts. It was time to treat this kid as a serious foe.

With little more warning then the slight tension of her shoulders the girl rushed forward, both fists flying, aiming high and low, any unguarded bit of his body would be exploited. If he wanted to play hard, she would play hard, and she would fight to win. Porcha Webber id not like losing, and that didn't change when she put on her Negaverse uniform. Hell, if anything it made her all the more determined to win.

In all honesty she'd expected him to run after the first of her attacks had landed, but he'd surprised her by staying. Then further still when he not only landed a punch, but had actually managed to pull off something that would leave bruises in the morning. Xeno tacked the latter up to luck, the first was credited to naivety, or stubbornness.. Maybe just stupidity.

Yes, the lieutenant was extremely cocky.

As her fists connected with his body one after the other that savage joy returned to the purple haired soldier, and she was smiling by the time the page had managed to get an elbow between them to block. It let him get a few paces back, but if he imagined Xeno was going to continue giving him time to recover after every attack, he'd be sorely mistaken.

As he went back, she dropped forward onto her hands and swung one long leg around to sweep at his feet and hopefully knock them out from under him. She didn't so much need him on his back, and knew it would make beating him so much easier in the long run. The longer he was on his feet, the better chance he had at pulling off more little lucky moves to put space between them, and that space was nothing more then borrowed time in Xeno's opinion.

The game was growing tiresome, it was time to end this.