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It was not his night tonight.

He had decided to patrol, and the moment he had powered up, he could sense an overwhelming dark energy nearby. It was definitely something far stronger than a youma, and something he was not prepared to deal with this evening.

So in his cowardice, he attempted to flee.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the source of the dark energy had other plans. It didn't linger and instead started to pursue him, starting to gain. Whoever his opponent was, he'd soon enough be face-to-face with them at this rate.

Nysa was indeed startled to find a woman rather suddenly appear in his path. However, he wasn't so much scared as he was surprised. The most he let out was a gasp as he quickly skidded himself to a stop, preventing what could have been a disasterous collission. He might have only been a Page, but he seemed to have a certain skill when it came to his footwork.

Straightening himself upright, he looked at the woman before him.

He knew her name well, though he was certain she did not even know who he was or how he had affected her once upon a time. General Painite.

Normally he wasn't the sort to put on a serious face, but for this very special monster of a woman, he made an exception. Her greeting could have been seen as jest, or it could have been seen as a genuine confusion of his gender. Both had happened on multiple occasions in the past.

"I can assure you, General, that I am most certainly not a lady."

If he had been in more of a conversational mood, he might have beat around the bush. However, he was in no mood to be toyed with. He had already had his fill of that when meeting this woman the first time. "Tell me what your business is with me this evening." The lad crossed his arms in a manner that allow one of his gloved hands to reach into his coat to touch the edges of the quill hiding in an interior pocket.

"I beg your pardon if I do not seem overly eager about having a General target me. However, I do tend to value my life." There was a pause as he then mentioned "It would seem as if you are doing enough smiling for the both of us, General."

In all honesty, he had seen similar smiles upon the faces of various students within the Hillworth facility. Mischievous, brimming with excitement, and in all honesty, sometimes seen as a threat tactic.

However, a smile did manage to crack upon his features as he watched the spear pop out into view. "I suspect if I were to humor you and take a guess, it would not do me any good in the long run." He cautiously took a side step, trying to move slightly around the current threat, while keeping his attention upon her movements. She was going to strike, that much was a given. It was when that was the main question.

She moved to point the spear towards him, and he continued to watch intently as he almost seemed to circle her in a cat-like manner. The blade was now aimed, which meant she'd strike soon, whether it be a simple little thrust, or a full out attack.

The hated woman spoke of his demise, teased him, then finally threatened him before she finally pounced like a jaguar. It didn't matter how prepared one was, when the beast attacked, you'd feel the claws digging into your skin.

Nysa attempted to jump out of the way, leaping backwards to try to avoid the length of her weapon, but a Page's strengths, no matter how great, were no match for that of a General. He was lucky to only feel her spear digging into his shoulder.

Painite would want you to scream out.

Instead of crying out as was the base reaction to such pain which now throbbed through his shoulder, he grit his teeth and held in the noise.

If you stay only on the defensive, you will die.

There is no way I can win against the likes of her...

Then should you not at least die trying?

With one pristine glove, he gripped to the non-bladed portion of Painite's weapon. The other went to dig for something that was hidden in the interior pocket. Something that had oddly started to glow.

Painite most certainly had the upper hand. She was easily able to dig the weapon into his shoulder more, turning and twisting it just to send his nerves into sensory overload. His one hand barely as able to keep hold, but his fingers twitched around the base of the weapon.

He let out a pained noise, but nothing as loud as a scream. Only enough to give the viscious woman mild pleasure at best at his expense.

His other hand had shakily made it into his interior pocket, and the moment that his fingers brushed the edges of the softly glowing feather, the lad started to glow as well. His clothing seemed to shift and change slightly, and the feather he held between his fingers seemed to gain an accent of its own in the form of a teal ribbon.

Once the glowing had faded, Page Nysa was no more.



Squire Nysa, on the otherhand, was left in his place at the other end of that spear.

Though he was released from the weapon's hold upon his shoulder, it did not make him any less injured. There was quite a bit of blood, and though he naturally wanted to grab hold of the wound, he also didn't really want to get his glove and weapon covered in blood.

...wait...

The quill did not always have a ribbon upon it. It probably wasn't the time to actually dwell upon it, but he recalled that his weapon was supposed to grow as well. This did not seem like much of an improvement.

The General's smile seemed to grow more tense, losing any natural sense to it. It was like she was forcing it to remain curved in such a manner. She practically hissed out her threat, and with warning (since that was essentially what she hissed out), she struck!

He might have been bleeding, but it didn't mean he could move his legs. Those still worked quite well. She still had rank on him, but it seemed as if he was able to move a bit faster now, even with the slight drag of tending to an injured arm.

Still not enough...

General Painite paused when she felt and heard an interloper in her game, and turned in time to see a senshi come to tell her off for being a bad guy. Seriously, what did they want from her?

She thought they wanted to fight the bad guys. She gave them a reason to fight without having to worry about feeling guilty about it: she gave them the motivation they wanted to justify having to use force. She knew they were all just cowards in the end, hiding behind their ideals of peace when all they wanted was the same thing the Negaverse did. They were no better: the senshi killed and injured and did terrible things just as often as the Negaverse did, yet it was Chaos that was called the bad guy. Painite just played the role she was handed to her, without complaint or conflict.

It worked in her favor that she liked it, and was good at it.

She growled as the metal flotsam and jetsam came sailing her way, getting pelted with some and blocking others with her spear. She glared at the senshi, but laughed.

"Every one of you are threats to us," she replied, "I think I'm rather brave for taking on all comers. Even fighting two against one." Her eyes locked on Polaris, and it was clear that the Nega had picked a new target. As soon as she was able to attack, she would.

Her plan had, very luckily, worked this time. The attention had shifted to her as the vaguely familiar General addressed her. She'd seen her before in a few random battles, most memorably the summer camp fiasco a while before. Her sphere looked just as sharp and terrifying.

"I won't argue against you being brave. But being brave doesn't make one necessarily righteous or smart." In fact bravery, at least the rash sort, often led to very stupid decisions. Polaris had certainly been there and done that in the past.

"I'm a pretty big threat you know. I've taken out countless youma, even a few of your own when necessary. So don't turn your back." It was true.. but at the same time it felt like a bluff to the senshi of magnetism. Hopefully one that Painite didn't read into as she shifted her body into a more threatening positioning, her hands lifting as her eyes darted around for a nice big piece of metal to throw at the other woman.

She only faltered slightly as the brave, and very likely rash and stupid, squire lashed out at the General. That wasn't helping!!!