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Some of them had retreated already; his simple appearance had been enough to break the morale of the basic senshi. He wondered if they would even stay with their ‘team’ after such a wide-eyed retreat when their comrades stayed. It was the ones that stayed though that was his immediate concern. He did not want brave, coordinated soldiers in the name of Order; he liked things as they were… disorganized. A disorganized squabble that held little or no respect for its royals and each sure that they were the ones who would bring order to the ironic chaos of their side.

Ego, he could use that as well as their fear. Kind words and dark thoughts mingling as he laid before them the wicked deeds the senshi had preformed, bringing down their confidence that simply by being what they were, that they were some kind of pillar of virtue and wisdom. If they wanted to claim to be human that was their most human trait, fallibility. “Don’t just ask me, find the remains of your Blood Moon court, ask them about what they did to us, ask how many they killed not quickly and mercifully but slowly over a period of weeks. Tell me then how much more humane you are by nature, how kind and wise you are when you know that senshi are capable and willing to flay someone alive, feed their toes and fingers to rats as they dig their fingers into someone’s softest parts while they scream. Does it delight you? Does it feel justified to do that to a lieutenant who’s only crime was to be freshly recruited?”

The young woman before him looked almost as green as her hair at the vivid imagery, he moved slowly forward, tilting his head down to remove some of the visual levels of intimidation. Lowering him-self slightly in posture so she seemed taller than him as he spread his hands, a gesture of peace, pulling the emotional strings, toying with the casual nature of body language to play her into his hands.

“They even turned on each other, divided in the end, I wonder still if they will torture their one time team mates.” He added, just enough inflection in his voice to sound troubled, worried perhaps for her safety should she choose to read it that way.

So close to the senshi he was focused on HER aura, on her mouth lest she chose to speak her attack, if she did it would be the last thing she did, yes it would start a fight but he would end that one fast enough.

Behind him though, one of those who had retreated had ‘other ideas’, ambitious ones. Having the drop on someone, even a powerful someone could make a world of difference. If they could but eliminate this one Officer, then what would people think of her, she’d have killed a General King.

He and the senshi he had addressed before watched the carnage. The girl’s eyes were wide and shocked. There was no chatter in the fight, no toying or witty banter. It was short, brutal and efficient. Zinkenite’s gaze was more passive, calm and patient as though both accustomed and pleased to let another dispose of the duty. Detached like it was so very casual and ordinary though well executed. "Captain" he replied with a nod.

The senshi made a curious strangled sound somewhere between terror and rage, a thin and tinny wail that rose into a hoarse scream as she raised her hands to shout her attack. She'd left and hope of listening behind and Zink's patient poise turned exasperated. He vanished for a heart beat. It was a page torn from the Captains book when he appeared again behind the woman and swept her star seed from her chest. The spell, or magic the senshi had attempted to cast failed, the glow around her fingers vanishing as he pulled his hand free and stepped over her freshly toppled body with a shake of his head. "Pitty, I think she was actually listening at the end."

His gaze turned towards the body Howlite had created. "Very nice work." he said before scuffling his boot over the ground having just trod in blood or spittle.

Some of the tension drained out of his shoulders but not all, just enough to let the mask crack and a laugh burst out at the description of his ‘energy signature.’ The corners of his eyes creased slightly with the sound. “It’s a bit like carrying a search light at all times.” He admitted. “Sometimes I do wish I could masquerade as a general the way the Senshi seem to be able to, perhaps it’s more honest this way.”

His voice perhaps a little taught, but measured at least. “You do excellent work Howlite. I mean that.” There was honest admiration unleashed in that praise, it flavored his words and the look in his eyes despite the thrumming tension that lingered in his shoulders and pose. “Thank you.” He glanced down at the would be assassin again and his eyes half lidded in thought, his fingers curled but didn’t close and he shook his hand out and looped a thumb over one of the lengths of chain around his waist.

“You’re out late as well, walk with me?”

“I could give some speech about how we used to have to haul bodies up hill through the snow both ways before staging accidents for them.” He said with a droll amused tone. He watched her in silence for a few moments, thoughts which he’d pass on to other people, thoughts for his own notes as well, sorting and measuring what it might be safe.

“So tell me, if you don’t mind, for as well as you’re doing, why haven’t you taken any lieutenants? Why are none assigned to report to you as their primary captain?” He looked curious at least rather than judgmental or scowling. Better to change the topic than dwell on ‘well gee that senshi nearly did some damage’.

A soft laugh, amused but understanding, “It used to be we were assigned teams, it worked surprisingly well. Of course it would have been hard for me to report directly at all times to the man who recruited me.” He rolled his shoulder in a shrug; more or less glad it would have been hard. Times had changed and for the better he thought.

“Well, before the youma you ate breaks free let’s do get something, it’s been a long… ‘Day’?” He hesitated over the word realizing he’d lost track of how long he’d been ‘working’ today both as a civilian and as an officer. “I’ll pay for it.” He added to be civil, not so much to be a gentleman, it was just rather the least he could do.