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This Rift place never ceased to creep the living daylights out of the Corrupted Senshi of Hurricanes, still getting adjusted to the ways of the new organization. Chase - Labyrinthite - had been a huge help in getting him started, and his understanding of the agency's operations were getting clearer and clearer. However, his own abilities within the organization remained to be pretty untested.

"Oh yeah, this seems fair and fun," Typhon rolled his eyes when the stronger agent, the Captain, pulled out a scythe to attack him with, unarmed and hardly clothed. He had trained in combat and fitness alongside other Special Operations officers, although this was his first real training test. His first time putting what he learned to any kind of use - and without training weapons.

With a cocky grin he flipped some of his long hair back. "Come at me, bro."

Combat training had prepared Typhon's reaction speeds for times like this, although he could only predict so many moves at once. He thrust his hips and abdomen backwards to dodge the scythe, but his face was still vulnerable to the punch across the cheek. Typhon stumbled to the side with the blow, brushing the sore spot with his hand as if to wipe away the pain before furiously turning back to the captain.

"Cheap shot," he muttered, more disappointed in himself than anything. He stayed in his position, preferring the enemy to come to him and stay defensive rather than weaken himself with any large movements. "But don't tell me that's the best you've got."

As the captain sent not one, but two, kicks flying in his direction, Typhon hopped backwards to dodge. Roundhouses were powerful kicks, but they were a move he was trained to watch out for - which was something he had learned the hard way. Although he had dodged the kicks, he now found himself being encircled by Labyrinthite.

"Come on, are you going to hit me or just circle me like a p***y?" he taunted, eyes following the other boy. The captain was in close enough range to be within Typhon's territory - he excelled at this close-range combat, thanks to his Senshi abilities - but waited for the right moment to use it. He eyed the captain's weapon - a loose grip, it looked like. Perhaps a large blast would disarm him?

As soon as the captain made a move forward, Typhon rose his arms and shouted out for his ability. "TYPHON CYCLONE!"

For fifteen seconds and in a three-foot-radius around his waist, powerful winds quickly formed at windspeeds of eighty miles per hour - swirling around him and picking up dust to shape like a hurricane, with the Senshi standing in its eye like a hula-hoop. It served as a nice buffer between him and anything trying to come at him, effective at knocking back opponents and doing some collateral damage.

He hoped to time the cast correctly to blast back the captain and hoped to maybe disarm him, and blow the weapon back a few feet further if he could for a more fair fight.

"I've got a lot more where that came from," Typhon teased, clutching his junk with one hand and pointing down to this with the other hand, as he did a firm pelvic thrust clearly mouthed the words, "Suck it."

Truthfully, that was his best move, but at least now his opponent was disarmed so the fight was a little more fair. He shifted into a boxing stance as he waited for Labyrinthite to get closer, holding up his fists to block any incoming punches he may to try to pull.

Typhon was prepared for a punch, but not for a leg swipe. He held his ground for a moment after impact, stumbling forward and to the side before completely losing his balance and falling to the cold hard ground. He fell onto his hip and left arm, his funnybone triggering as the arm went numb.

"d**k," he grumbled as he then tried to swipe a kick back towards Labyrinthite while staying on the ground. It wasn't the best idea to stay on the floor during combat, but his arm was still too numb and weak to pick himself up just yet.

For once, Sailor Typhon was speechless.

It wasn't that he didn't have a comeback lined up. He just literally could not get the words out of his mouth. It wasn't entirely his fault - he was winded, understandably. After all, his gut was just slammed on by the heel of a captain, then was jerked around by the neck of his shirt. The boy needed to catch his breath.

Unable to come up with any words, Typhon opted for hawking a loogie and spitting towards the captain's face, then using any energy he can muster to try and push the captain off him.

"Take your disappoints and ******** yourself with them."

There. There were some words!

"But I'm so witty," he grinned, just before being punched in the face.

The punch startled his senses quite a bit, even though he could see it coming. It was a freebie shot, he felt, probably deserved. He stumbled back a step, then forward two more to get close to Captain Labyrinthite. He rose his right fist to give a punch to the face, but it was no more than a decoy as he attempt a small but hard jab to the nuts with his left fist.

It was a dirty move, but things were always more fun dirty.