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Where the members of the Dark Mirror Court bullies? Not really. Sure, they had the unfortunate duty of harvesting energy, but it was all for the greater good. And some, Sailor Navi included, had taken on a decidedly vigilant stand on their energy gathering. Her victims were the unsavory scum of Destiny city. Criminals and thugs, anyone and everyone that she deemed a threat to the whole of the metropolis they all shared. It was a little high handed perhaps, but at least she wasn't after the innocent.

Her target tonight had been a drunk, and a violent one. She'd watched the man stumble from bar to bar, leaving black eyes and cracked ribs in his wake as he picked fight after fight with the random patrons inside. Not her usual sort of victim, but she'd made up her mind as she watched the b*****d threaten a woman walking along the street.

Her elbow applied the base of his skull effectively grounded the man, and the boosted strength the power brought let her drag him into a dark alley between two buildings. He hadn't even been a a challenge, and her mirrorwraith slid through his chest and back into the fractured glass between her fingers before even five minutes had passed. It was quick, it was clean, and with her work finished the dark senshi was free to enjoy the rest of her night.

Or not. She paused after turning to leave, head tilted up as she tried to pinpoint the source of the Order aura she was picking up. "Come out come out where ever you are-" The power signature she was feeling, it didn't taste like a senshi. "Knight."

"No point at all," she agreed, chuckling against the back of her hand as the page came into view. There really was no point in trying to hide or sneak up on another soldier while powered up. If they were alert at all they'd feel the approach. Granted, there was always the few that just never payed attention..

"Well you're a pretty thing, aren't you?" Of all the Knights she'd encountered, this one was certainly the best dressed. She was used to seeing them in more middle eastern or Turkish attire, or medieval. Vaguely she wondered about the different clothing, but not enough to voice the curiosity now. She'd ask her Courtmates, surely one of them had an idea.

Ginger brows rose and she turned to glance back at the unconscious man laying unceremoniously in the alley behind her, then turned back with a grin. "A drunk. He was causing quite a lot of trouble before I took the wind from his sails." A sweep of her foot let her nudge the body with her heel.

Navi had stepped back and around the lump of a man, the toe of her boot nudging one of his arms so it flopped back bonelessly when she moved away again. "Attack me? Goodness no, I'd never give him the chance." Another chuckle. "But he had been causing quite a fair bit of trouble, picking fights where ever he went. You see I followed him for a while to make sure he was actually scum before I took him out, wouldn't want to wrongfully attack someone that didn't deserve it." Leaving it at that, she almost sounded noble. Merely a dark clad vigilanty ridding the streets of violent individuals.

But that wouldn't have been the whole truth. "That wasn't the main reason I attacked him though." Another nudge, then seeming to grow bored with him, she moved back around to face the other girl, arms crossing across her chest. "I wanted his energy." The grin she offered the page was borderline evil.

She didn't delight in attacking people, and only picked people she felt deserved it. If not for the need for energy she wouldn't even bother. She did enjoy toying with Knights though, and any chance she got to rumble with one of their ranks she'd take.

The delicate point of Navi's chin dipped to one side as she waited for the Page to process everything she'd just said, that mirthful little grin never leaving her face. After a second or two the other woman wouldn't disappoint.

"You can't allow me?" Her tone implied she found that statement rather far fetched and just a little comical. "And who exactly are you?" She made it a point to learn the names of the other warriors she came in contact with.

Though even as she waited for the page to make her move, or intorduce herself, the Dark Mirror Senshi had let her arms fall back to her sides, feet sliding apart for balance. Obviously preparing for the inevitable fight that this was all boiling down to. Is she wasn't so biased against the Knights as a whole she might have found the woman's conviction admirable, but as it was she was having trouble seeing her as anything but self-righteous and foolish.

It struck her then who this woman reminded her of, and the very thought of the Knight Camelot put a bad taste in her mouth. They all seemed to be the same. All fighting by some high-handed moral code, labeling those they crossed as good or evil with little regard for who they really were.