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His search had yielded no results yet.

Of course, Nysa could be a patient young man. He realized that getting the pleasure of finally meeting his princess would make the wait well worth it. One or two months was not a long time to search. Even a year would potentially be a worthwhile wait.

However, the Squire would not wait idly. He'd instead seek out the upstanding young lady he had only met in a painting.

This evening, he was able to sense a negative aura in the vicinity. Not one of those filthy youma, but something else. He had encountered such an aura before, though the specific instance was not standing out in his mind at the very moment. More than likely the source would be more sentient than those useless youma.

Bravely, the lad approached the energy he was sensing, hopping buildings until he came across a very familiar form.

Ah.... this one again...

He didn't say anything upon his initial approach, remaining upon the edge of the building opposite of her, looking at her intently.

The strange dark senshi clearly was not thrilled to see him. Or maybe she was. Her tone clearly did not read of someone who was thrilled to see him. Her body language, on the other hand, seemed to read differently.

He did not shift from his spot. She was clearly a skilled and ruthless fighter. Provoking the angry bear before getting the information he desired was probably not a good way to go.

So instead, he prompted her from where he stood. "Good evening... might I ask if you have heard anything or seen a Sailor Neptune?" It was a simple inquiry, though it was very likely she would not take it as such. However, at least this time he was prepared for her to attack.

"Yes!"

In itself, if that had been her only response, it might have been more convincing. However, the addition of the word "Enormous" shattered any optimism he had in regards to the conversation. She was probably guessing or trying to toy with him. Both seemed like possibilities since she had taken such thrill in attacking him last time.

He kept a careful eye upon her stance while carefully, but seemingly casually, drew his hand to his cheek, brushing a bit of the hair out of his line of vision.

"Pray tell, what does she look like, Miss?" There was a pause before he added "I certainly hope that this is not a hoax." Though he still remained quite poised, there was a hint of irritation to his tone. Perhaps it was genuine, or perhaps it was more for show. It was hard to tell with a mere glance at the lad.

Her statements were vague, yet seemingly accurate. From what he had seen, the Princess was indeed "good looking" and if her world was a sign, there was indeed a chance she also was "Like water."

It was distressing, though he kept a cool composure.

He attempted to keep his tone neutral, but even in keeping to a neutral tone, he was showing a lack of warmth.

"...Is that all you will offer me for free, Miss?" She might have been withholding information out of a desire for personal gain. However, what this girl would want was beyond him. All the black pearls she was adorned with would suggest she was perhaps wealthy under normal circumstances. And, in their prior encounter, she had seemed more content with pounding his face than trying to bargain.

If he wasn't so wary of her, he might have jumped to her rooftop to show his good will. However, she had given him no true reason to truly trust her.

His patience in watching her movements had paid off. Apparently his choice in words had set her off this time (though in all honesty, it seemed as if anything could set this senshi off). The gap between the two buildings had been filled in by her flying towards him. It was enough time for him to react at least.

She had a fist aimed towards his face. Instead of merely dodging this time around, he seemed to try to catch onto her balled up hand with his own gloved hand.

"I will get the information I desire... Miss..." Nysa was by no means the picture of masculinity, but he used what strength he did have to try and push the girl away from him from the hand she had attempted to hit him with.

His voice grew dangerously dark as he then leaned forward a bit.

"...if you can only understand violence, then I will speak your language to get what I want..."

It was important that he learn more of his Princess. No foolish senshi from the Negaverse would get in his way, especially if she had the information he needed.

Though he was not naive, Nysa was still quite new to such a free style of fighting. He had participated in fencing bouts before, where it was a formal style of fighting with very specific rules. There were pauses between each point.

Such pauses would not be happening now it would seem.

He had very little time to recover from his initial parry when his opponent was throwing a fist at him again. There was not nearly enough time to dodge, and though he was able to shove his own hand in between the offending balled up hand, it was unable to defend against the attack. All his hand could do was vaguely cushion the punch to his gut.

Forgive me, Mother...

With a huff deep in his gut, he then attempted to return the favor to the girl, his opposite fist swinging to match the mark she had just made on him.

That was quite the childish insult if he had ever heard one. He would not stoop to such a level. It was beneath him to enjoy a bit of banter while engaging with someone in such a manner.

Instead, he was focusing on the fight. He quickly pulled his hand back in hopes she wouldn't attempt to latch onto him like an octopus.

She swung at him, but rather than merely just dodge or try to defend himself, his mind momentarily went to fencing tactics. He turned in towards the girl approximately 90 degrees. Her hand hit him in the shoulders, though it was not nearly as strong as he would have thought.

Though there was a reason for such it would seem. A sharp pain had stabbed itself into his boot. In Quartata had helped out, but had not completely pulled his footing out of danger's way.

Rather than yelp out, he instead grinded his teeth down tightly, refusing to let his mouth open. Holding back any pained sounds, he then heaved out another punch that seemed more like a loose lunge in her direction.

He had managed to hit her. Unlike this girl who seemed absolutely thrilled to deal out the beatings, he felt quite the opposite sensation. His stomach honestly felt like it was in knots after such. The corrupt senshi had every right to curse at him.

If his stomach being in knots wasn't enough, soon enough he felt the air vanish from his lungs. It was not the first time that this girl had done such to him, but it still had a way of catching him off his guard. If anything, this was not a fair fight, and it never really would be a fair fight.

Nysa managed to catch sight of the girl as she threw herself at him in an effort to reclaim the space on the top of that building. Her efforts were quite successful, since everything was so overwhelming.

Well, except for one small thing.

When his body had been practically thrown over the edge of the building, his gloved fingers hooked and latched to the edge of the bricks, desperately gripping on while he was momentarily suffocating.