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No, no, no, this wasn't right. Troy was quickly growing frustrated as he rounded the end of his patrol. He had gotten a bit distracted from his route by the smell of what he could have sworn was cupcakes but ended up being a homeless guy passed out in the alley, and since then couldn't figure out how to get back. His route was the simplest route he could have been given. All he had to do was walk straight and not stray from the path, but even that proved challenging.

"Ferk," he muttered as he roamed around the streets of the city alone. He had a feeling that he was going to find himself in some trouble, and that feeling became more and more real as he sensed the aura of something - or someone - dangerous nearby.

“Well howdy,” he grinned at the clearly nimble and flexible, hot blonde in a skirt that just jumped in front of him and called him handsome. He was staring right at her cleavage when he detected something about her – and nothing good. This girl was the source of that looming sense of danger – she was a corrupt Senshi! Why were all the pretty ones in this city bad girls? Or prostitutes?

Troy groaned.

“No ma’am, I ain’t lookin’ for nobody,” he made clear. “And I ain’t lookin’ for any trouble neither, so you should be heading off now and not cause any problems. Clear?”

"Now I ain't positive, but I'm pretty damn sure that's racist," Troy pointed out. Every now and then, Troy would say something he felt was truly observant or intelligent. Nobody else ever felt the same way about what he said. "Why'da hate Chronos Knights? I ain't done nothin' to ya. Just cause one may have done something, whatever it was, don't mean I'll do the same. Honest."

He thought for another moment. Thinking was a difficult thing for him, so it took a considerable amount of time.

"And how the hell am I rude, anyways?" he questioned. "All I did was say I don't want any trouble."

"Name's Troy Page, not that you're bein' much of a lady," Troy pointed out. In his mind, a lady wouldn't be acting the way she was. His definition of womanhood has changed slightly since moving to the city and meeting the women there - so little time spent in the kitchen! - but he still held the idea that a true lady would at least be polite. And she certainly wasn't - she was just plain cruel.

"Ya can't just hate me just cause some other Chronos Knights were mean to you or somethin'," Troy argued. "As I said, my black friend always says to me its racist when I do that."

"You've gotta be ********---," he started. A few months ago, he'd be much more hesistant to get in a fight with a girl. But after facing enough of these crazy Dark Mirror girls, he managed to get over that. He swiftly moved to block her punch to his face with his right forearm while swinging his left arm to clock her in the back while swinging out a leg to hopefully knock her down to the ground.

Women be crazy!

"Oh yeah?!" he shouted to the girl as he stumbled, trying to dodge and block her punches. A blow or two hit him in the shoulder with enough force for it to hurt later, but he was too pumped up with the adrenaline to give it too much thought now. He backed away from her with a backwards leap and slammed his open hands down to both sides of his crotch as he thrusted his pelvis. "Well suck it, b***h!"

With all tact and class tossed out the window, he charged forward to the Senshi, leaping into the air with a fist ready to slam down at her.

Troy had never punched a boob before. Sure, he's been his way around a woman's breast for, but punched one? Nope. That was a first. He didn't exactly feel guilty for punching a girl in the boob, but it did make him pause. It was a little awkward.

"Erm, didn't mean to uh," he started. Whatever, he wasn't apologizing. No, she was the evil one who started it and he couldn't get all sympathetic just because of one boo-booed boob. Right? "Never mind. Ya done lookin' for a fight or am I gonna have to punch yer other tit too?"