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The plan had been to meet Leto to share information, discuss civilians they were interested in, recommend others even for his, and Ares considerations. After so long of safe travel, skittish senshi who would, wisely, rather flee than fight him alone he had to admit he had not truly prepared for people to be waiting, and it seemed hoping that he’d appear. Likely, had one of them not made the attack that had briefly blinded him he’d have come out of the fight better, or abandoned the fight all together rather than letting pride and wounded dignity get the better of him.

The Blonde Senshi’s attack had felt like a face full of grapefruit juice, senshi of acid indeed, bless the fact she was only a very basic senshi, had she been more powerful he might have been cast in a lead roll of ‘Phantom’.

The others, who’s names he hadn’t caught, nor had he clearly seen had proved more dangerous. One of them had used some horrid attack that had slipped a binding up under his coat sleeve, tearing his shirts and the skin underneath till blood dripped down his fingers from lacerations that ran from his shoulder downward. Had he been weaker it might have found its way around his neck. Bad enough that he was going to have to explain this to Ever later, but he was late now for his meeting and his eyes still burned from smoke and senshi magic.

He swept a sleeve at his eyes trying to clear his vision before squeezing a hand over what felt like the worst of the lacerations. His coat was intact at least, one less thing to explain, one less thing that would make him seem…weak. They were, or some of them were getting smarter. Working together to achieve a goal, structured, structure could be so damned dangerous when you were face to face with it.

“Fine!” he said straitening like he’d just been caught peering into a locker room through a c***k in the brickwork. It was amazing how many mirrors there were in this city, not something he had truly considered before the DMC and their mirrors. “Just fine, thank you for asking.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry I’m late.” He flicked his hand and then moved it behind the small of his back to conceal the light throb running up his arm.

“…the…one with the blinding attack has just topped my hit list, the one with the vines would do well dunked into an industrial vat of –weed- killer.”
He flashed fake cheerful smile. “So…yes… we were going to meet. Remind me to take the short route next time.”

If she enjoyed people who got tense if you invaded their personal space, she’d found a good play toy. He tried to make some play at casual, or at the very least nonchalant, he failed.

“Minor lacerations, and admitting that…OW…that I let them close enough to do anything, poor show on my part.” He sighed and shoved back his sleeve with a small wince revealing the lacerations.

“It might have been a great deal worse, this level of planning isn’t common, and they could have done better if they’d planned –more. You and yours should probably watch that as well, the Blood Moon Court were the last I saw who planned so well.” He flicked his fingers, dark and damp but it was slowing. “Give it a day…two at best.”

“I blame it on wounded pride.” He said and hesitated over the idea of ‘going home’ “With no ulterior motives, do you mean my home or yours? Besides, so long as we have a fairly secure location then we can –still- meet, we can simply do it over take out rather than tea.” He shifted offering her his ‘good’ hand. “Name your location, if we still meet and talk –somewhat-, I will let you fuss. But I do have things to share with you…”

“On the plus side, there will be no need for awkward posturing regarding revealing our alter-identities, not after the beach party. Though if you have any ideas about iodine in a squirt gun.”