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Hunting was the easy part. Tracking, at least. After that, when something was actually found, things got more complicated, especially when the something was a stronger Negaverser. When he turned the corner, Cybele stopped walking in his direction and clenched her fists at her sides. If he had said something harsh, she would have charged. Instead, she paused, giving him one chance to prove he wasn't just another monster. She was ready for him not to take it.

"The weather is nice," she agreed, "But I doubt you are." Cybele was okay with pleasantries, sometimes. With enemies she would rather expedite the process, especially if it began to come near a certain subject, which she felt the lack of violence so far was indicating. "You want me to join the Negaverse, don't you? Well, I'm not going to." There. Much simpler than the last conversation she'd had on the topic. "If you want to kill me, try. Or is there something else?"

"Sorry," Cybele replied in the same harsh tone, casually shifting into a more combative stance. "I've had some bad experiences."

He honestly didn't seem so bad at the moment. Not really the monster she was expecting, on the surface at least. She could have ignored the weapon and tried to talk more, maybe end up not even fighting, but she wasn't really that kind of person and she definitely wasn't in that kind of mood.

There was only one way the situation was going to end, and since judging by his aura it wasn't going to be good for her, she might as well get the first attack in. She charged, fist aimed at his face.

Cybele's fist met air. He was so fast! So much for getting the first strike, and... it still didn't look like this was going to end well. "Your colleagues can be unpleasant, bu-UUH!" Her retort was cut off by the hard ball of metal slamming into her stomach despite her best efforts to avoid it. "I... can't?"

Breathing was hard. Talking was hard. Trying to throw another punch seemed hard and not really worth it, leaving the option of... kicking? That was the first thing that came to mind and since she didn't have a ton of time to spend strategizing, that was what she did. Twice, aimed generally at his lower half.

"You could teach them manners," Cybele suggested, not that she really cared. She was just hoping the banter would not devolve into threats and insults.

Ugg... There were still metal things flying at her. This one Cybele sort of managed to dodge. It awkwardly hit her side instead of the sensitive part of her gut. Less pain, less breathlessness, but still not good. "I'm Sailor Cybele," she replied, gasping slightly. She needed... She needed more space.

"They won't listen to me," she said as she stepped quickly backward, voice a little more bitter and serious than before. Not knowing what else to do, she whispered the name of her attack and pointed the resulting bow in his direction. She wasn't going to play up the threat. She was just going to take th hopefully one second of shock to catch her breath, and then... something.

Oh good. It was working, and well. Instead of just hesitating, he was backing up, giving Cybele a few seconds of delicious air. "Why not?" she asked, taking a step forward and of course failing to mention there were lots of really good reasons, starting with the fact that he clearly didn't need any help she could give him, that even if he did...

"You keep hitting me with that."

She knew she couldn't keep up the threat much longer, so instead she shot upwards, and a second later not knowing what to do stopped being a problem. She charged, eyes locked on his. Everything was so clear that even being slightly out of breath wasn't much of a distraction. She appreciated the crisp wind on her face as she ran, then threw another punch at his.

"Magic" Cybele said matter-of-factly, pulling her not shiny or magical looking fist back to her side. What else? She definitely wasn't wasn't explaining. If he still hadn't figured out what was going on, that was all the better.

She knew exactly what was happening, so she was fine. Better than fine, really- the concentration she had helped turn her awkward attacks into something more damaging, and best of all, her breathing was almost back to normal.

"Or did you mean this?" She only hesitated long enough to glance at his weapon before she continued her attack, fist aimed at his face again.

With the help of her magic, Cybele registered the movement of the mace, but she was far too close to dodge, especially in the middle of an attack. She didn't even see it connect, but there was an another explosion of pain in her midsection, and she stumbled back, unable to breathe, again. For a moment, her magic helped her turn her pain into anger and she even looked up to see the a decent opening for an attack, but then she suddenly couldn't. The magic had faded.

Her head spun, her body throbbed, she still couldn't breathe and her mind felt like mush compared to the sharp concentration she'd had moments before. Attacking was now totally out of the question, but so was properly running. All Cybele could do was slowly back away, fists raised. "So," she asked, because of course she couldn't keep her mouth shut, "Are you going to kill me?"