Twisting her heel she allowed the last remnants of the youma to squelch up her leg as she push her foot into its chest. A satisfying sound of pain echoed through the streets as the youma ceased clawing at her skirt before exploding into dust particles. Her red lips set firmly in a grimace she began brushing the remains from her top and inwardly sighed. Another night, another worthless fight. It wasn’t that she was asking for her a** to be handed to her by a stronger opponent but at least someone who could bring on a real sweat to the girl. It seemed nowadays, if only to her, that a lack of Negaverse agents were on the streets. The DMC were still apparent with their mirror wraths but after Navi her heart for actively seeking them out had fled. She needed more of challenge and finding one was proving difficult.

Black curls bounced over her shoulder as she walked purposely though the backstreets of Destiny City, sending out minuet pulses of energy to attract any brave souls willing to meet her. God even a decent arm wrestle would do her right now.

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