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When one was a Sailor Senshi, guardian of justice, peace and all that jazz, there simply were no normal days, and this fact especially was true for Super Sailor Tsui, proud Senshi of Tigers and general buttkicker of the bad guys. And her nightly patrol had started out earlier than usual, as she hadn't even left the school grounds from detention before her senses picked up the faint aura of a youma. Much to her friends' dismay, the Tiger still did her solo hunts, but she did her best to practice a little caution here and there. It was the least she could do, especially after her foolish run ins with the likes of generals that she had no way of besting...

Those wounds were healed and Tsui was out and ready for action, and no sooner did she suit up did she find the youma that had triggered her senses. It wasn't necessarily a powerful one, but Tsui had been fooled before. Her plan of attack was simple; lure it into a confined space and use the walls to add some 'umph' to her Striking Tiger Flurry. A quick and painless kill, another notch for her record. But it seemed that the youma, to compensate for its lacking size and strength, more than made up for it in speed, as the moment it laid eyes on the senshi, it shrieked and fled down the streets, forcing Tsui to give chase.

And if there was one thing that Tsui liked more than the fight, it was the hunt, and part of the hunt was the thrilling chase. Though, she had to be quick and nimble; like the animal of her sphere, she was not meant for endurance, and the moment she caught up with it, she wasted no time, summoning the white aura into her arms and giving her battle cry as she struck at its open back.

"Tiger Fist STRIKE!"

The shout could be heard throughout the streets, as well as the white light that shone from it, and the youma gave a shriek as Tsui came crashing down on it back, the force of the blow sending both the youma and the Tiger Senshi straight through the glass windows of the store. Pots, glass and bits of flora and vegetables had splashed, and if the loud CRASH wasn't enough to catch anyone's attention, Tsui's rather triumphant shout would have done the job, as she scrambled back to her feet to look for the youma, as well as any unfortunate citizens that might have been in the shop. "Sorry to pull a Kool Aid Man here, but the stupid monster refused to stop! Anyone in here- best get out now!"

Super Sailor Tsui had faced many different opponents in her young career as a Senshi, and some of them had carried with them rather formidable weapons. Two of which had rather heavy and devastating spears, in which Tsui had managed to barely survive both encounters. So, if one were to know this fact, they would have understood the humored grin that lit up her features, as well as the hardy laugh that escaped her mouth as she looked at the broom. Too humored to be bothered by his angered words just yet, Tsui couldn't help but joke around, even as the youma was gradually overcoming the stunned effect of her attack. "Yeah, sorry about that... I was so busy trying to catch up with the youma that I- OH, RIGHT, THE YOUMA!"

Tsui turned around to check on the creature, and, without thinking, she grabbed the broom and pushed it, and the shop keeper, back, not once considering her strength though her intentions were pure at least. "Get down, now! I got this!"

The youma had managed to pull itself to its feet again, and this time, Tsui held nothing back. White aura was summoned into her fists and arms, and she plowed through broken pots and charged at her enemy with her signature move, the Striking Tiger Flurry. It gave a pained screech before exploding into dust, and Tsui wiped the remains and bits of soil from her hands and shoulders, rather smugly as she did so. "Youma go down quicker and quicker these days... no wonder they've gone into hiding. Are you alright back there?"

She turned to face the shop keeper, unaware of any injuries he might have had due to her recklessness and unprepared for anything that wasn't a full hearted 'THANK YOU FOR SAVING MY LIFE'...

No, Tsui was definitely not expecting such a livid response from the civilian, and Tsui had managed to dodge MOST of what he had thrown at her, and those that she couldn't dodge glazed her shoulder and legs harmlessly, though her ego was taking the blunt of the blows for her body it seemed. She wanted to bask in her victory, but the angered civilian was REALLY making it hard for her to do so, and she had managed to snatch one of the items he had thrown before it hit her head. "Hey, what's your problem? Is it because I messed up your store? Look, I'm sorry, but that youma would have done a lot worse!"

She looked down at the item she had managed to snatch, a ripe squash, and without thought, she squished it between her hands, to demonstrate just how fortunate this guy was. "Had that youma had its way, THAT would have been you, got it? I'd stay and clean up the mess, but I have a feeling that you're not going to accept it anyways, so your welcome."

Tsui wiped the vegetable's remains from her fingers and even rubbed it on her fuku, and before the guy could think of throwing a larger vegetable, like those pumpkins or something heavier than that at her, she made her escape. Though she couldn't blame him for being startled initially, she couldn't help but feel that he was entirely too ungrateful for her actions. 'I'll swing by this place later in the week when he has time to cool down. Maybe I can scrounge up some money and make a few purchases to make up for what I've done... assuming he doesn't pull a gun on me next time.'

She did a quick scan of the area before running down the road, certain that he'd call the cops and that'd be enough to keep any other youma at bay. The last thing she really wanted was for him to be attacked after she left; he may have been an ungrateful jerk with terrible aim, but no one deserved that fate.

Krishna was not as impressed as he likely should have been at the Senshi's squishing of the squash. He continued to lean on the broom and glare at her, not hearing what she had to say because he did not want to listen. Perhaps the creature would have done worse had she not been there, but she had brought it to his shop. She had decided to continue fighting it here, to ruin the rest of his stock that had not been broken. The smashed vegetables and the broken glass did not anger or hurt him as much as his precious plants. As soon as he got the opportunity, he walked towards the nearest ones.

Carefully crouching own, he displayed a gentleness that he rarely did when another was present. His bloodied arms seemed to not bother him at all as his gloved fingers ran across bent stems and blackened leaves. Some of them would be lost. Others, he might be able to save. How did he start? Removing the dust with water?

His thoughts were broken at a call, and he glanced up sharply. Another? Would this day never end?! The broom would offer him little protection if a fight actually ensued--he knew that all too well--but he stood as tall as he could all the same and half-raised it as a weapon. He had run out of materials to throw, but he would not make the mistake of being the first to charge this time. He would try a more defensive tactic.

"Have you come to mock me too?" Krishna looked over the caller and waited for his response. He was dressed in black and blue as opposed to the monochrome the girl had been. His outfit was also less frilly, despite being ornate. Either way, this new face could be just as much of an enemy as the old one, and the florist was taking no chances.

"Hard to tell when you wear a mask," Krishna shot back, his irritation clear. Still, this newcomer had not broken anything or attacked... which automatically made him less of a concern than the tiger-striped hellion that had left. The apology led him to lower the broom; it was a waste of energy to wield it if there was no attack. He would never admit aloud that his arms were also hurting too much to keep it up. "But you are more considerate than her, at least."

He indicated the mess around him with a sweep of his hand. There was much to do, but he wasn't sure he trusted this stranger to truly help him with anything. Still, if he was offering, then perhaps he knew at least one thing that weighed heavily on his mind. "I can clean most of this alone. Do you know, will this dust hurt the plants?" That was all he really needed to know. Would it hurt them and how to remove it. He'd lick his wounds in private. Besides, it sounded as though the man in blue and black had other things to which he needed to attend.

"If you can tell me that, then I will let you return to your fight." His eyes hardened. "Since someone must."

Krishna cocked an eyebrow as the mask was removed, his gaze searching the now exposed face. Male, youthful but hard to tell exactly how old... attractive enough, though not his type. More important was his information and his willingness to help, despite the florist's lack of asking for it. So, he replied shortly, "I was unaware. I'll remember that."

He watched the stranger from the corner of his eye, taking note of how easily he was moving very heavy rubble. Strong. Strong--perhaps stronger--than she had been. Eventually, the injured man moved stiffly to offer the stranger the broom he had been leaning on for support. The glass would have to be removed from his arms, but at least the blood had mostly dried. Without another word he went and unwrapped the hose. It would take too long to remove the dust any other way... but spraying the plants might work.

Krishna stared at the running water as it hit the plants, waiting to see if it would remove the dust more easily than brushing it had. It was, at least, worth a shot. He had not spoken, but he was considering the question. Would he fight them? Them. More than one, like the news reports said. Fight? He had already fought that one that had wrecked his shop. Poorly, but he would not admit that aloud. Continue that fight? It would give him a chance to pay back the girl who had done this to him... and then some. Revenge was a very, very good motivator.

It reflected in his voice as he half-growled, "Perhaps. If they are all like her, they are freakishly strong. I would need the proper tools." The implication went unspoken; Krishna had his pride, afterall. He would not admit weakness, although it was clear he lacked the strength to engage in the fight. The strength that this blue-haired being clearly possessed as well.

"I am good with tools; if you put one in my hands, I will be able to use it," Krishna scoffed, a glint appearing in his golden gaze before he looked back at the plants. The water was working, although some form of dusting would also be needed. All the same, it relieved him to see that it was not some form of instant death. Most, if not all, could be salvaged. Good. He would need to sell much more to make up for the inevitable repair bill; surely his insurance policy did not cover frilly-skirted girls and exploding monsters.

He did not instantly warm up whenever the stranger asked him about his work, but his approving nod was less tense. His muscles relaxed, and he had to momentarily close his eyes. The adrenaline from the attack was beginning to fade. The anger that had pulsed through his veins along with it was gone. He was beginning to feel drained and weary, but he still didn't stop. There was too much to do.

So it was time to stop beating around the bush, so to speak. He turned his full attention to the now unmasked stranger, his voice only slightly reflecting the weariness he felt, "Can you give me such a tool?"