Here she was. Eight-ish in the evening just outside of a child's playground and lying on the ground with a bloody nose. Again. Thanks, princess. Rolling her eyes, Lieutenant Chromite dodged another attack by rolling to the side. Getting up and jumping several paces back she assessed the situation she was in-
1. Sailor Chibimoon. Check.
2. Weapons out. Check.

Goody, it was a regular Friday night then.

Wiping the blood from her nose she narrowed her eyes at the familiar face across from her. "This is stupid," she snarled. "We do this nightly and nothing changes you dumb b***h. Just go die in a fire already."