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Like most nights, Captain Labyrinthite could be found perched on the edge of a roof scanning the streets of Destiny City with his bright gold eyes. It was a boring routine, but one the young man had settled into none the less. It gave him many advantages; a better view point than street level, the ability to descend upon the weak-minded from the air, and the ability to disappear from view in any which way he chose. If someone were to ask, the pink and black haired man would easily say roofs, and height, were his location of choice.

He rested on the balls of his feet, fingers curled and holding tightly to the lip on the edge for balance. He rocked himself slightly, a grin on his face as his eyes darted from corner to corner. If anyone saw him, they would think it was a madman leering down at them. Which was true, depending on the perspective of the person because he certainly didn't see himself a mad. He would prefer the term dedicated or zealous.

Suddenly he launched himself from his perch, landing on the alley's pavement in a crouch. He rose slowly, smoothing out his shirt and pants as he stood. He adjusted his hood so just a glimmer of pink shower, then tucked his hands (fingers interlaced) behind as he strode out of the alley and onto the lamp-lit street. He whistled loud and carelessly; he had grown bored and wanted to attract attention to himself.

The captain always enjoyed attention.

Labyrinthite noticed the sudden surge in sugary sweet energy immediately, it was something he was keenly in tune with. He spent much time tracking and hunting so it had become second nature to him to pick up on energy signals like it was to breath. He grinned, a big toothy grin, at the appearance and continued with his stroll.

His pace had slowed to the point he was hardly moving. He was waiting, curious as to what would drive a level one senshi to seek out a level two nega. Eventually he stopped, arms stretching out above him. His head tilted back just slightly and he called out to his would be stalker.

"Aren't you aiming a bit high?" He asked, turning a cheek back. "Seems like a rookie mistake to chase someone who's a higher class than you."

Laby thought to snort at the senshi's response, but refrained from doing so. "Of course not," he retorted as though the idea of being difficult to catch was ridiculous. "I wanted you to catch up." Some times, the captain preferred a bit of cat-and-mouse type approach to things. "I presented an opportunity and it appears you took the bait," he continued, laughing darkly.

He listened keenly, intrigued by this basic level senshi and his supposed reasoning for seeking him out. "A friend? Well, didn't this friend warn you that I'm dangerous?" He asked, tone and demeanor changing. Darkening. He was no longer toying with the man, things were about to escalate quickly.

Parth was lucky that he'd been so...civil so far.

Without warning, he darted forward intent on slamming into the senshi.

"I don't think I really ran at all," he replied as his body collided with Parth's. The senshi slipped away before he could properly follow up but the captain was grinning a toothy grin. He was a wild card more often than not, an advantaged he liked to play up.

"Nah, I wanted you to be spontaneous," he replied, rolling his shoulders back in a shrug. He tilted his head to the side so he could crack his neck, then spread his arms out before and interlaced his fingers so he could crack his knuckles.

Instead of rushing him again, Labyrinthite moved forward slowly. "Now, who is this friend of yours?" He was curious about this friend he had mentioned. His scythe materialized in his left hand as he continued forward and he cocked his head slightly before swinging it in small circular motions.

"Suppose it doesn't really matter," he mused bringing the gleaming blade toward his face to admire it, then his bright eyes flickered over to the darker skinned man. "We'll play anyway." With that his increased the length of his strides and swiped his weapon in a long horizontal stretch, spinning with the momentum and following it up with a nice spinning axe kick.

He laughed as he was told that back up was on way. "Let them come. The more the merrier," he sneered watching as the senshi stumbled back. His grin twisted into a mock frown and he shook his head at his opponent disappointedly. "It appears that your bark is worse than your bite."

Taunting was an aspect of dueling that he was particularly fond of.

He didn't wait this time, closing the gap that opened up between them and slamming his knee into the senshi's abdomen. He backed up afterwards, aiming to strike with is blade with a vertical slash. More damaging but more room for evasion.

A part of Labyrinthite had wished that the brown clad senshi could put up more of a fight than he was, but at the same time another part felt a surge of pride fill him. He was proud that he'd come so far that basic level senshi were a piece of cake. His ego would have grown bigger if he was pummeling a super senshi, and more so if it was an eternal.

But he'd only bested an eternal level once, then it had come back to bite him in the a**.

He wasn't going to make the mistake again, if he had the opportunity to take the life of a senshi he was going to do it. He was going to make sure they were dead no matter what, no more letting them go.

Mercy was for the weak-hearted.

Labyrinthite staggered back, thrown off balance by the kick and the weight of his scythe slicing through nothing. Irritated, a low growl rumbled from his throat as he released the weapon, banishing it to subspace and rushing at Parthenope. The time for games was over, if his reach would not aid him effectively then he would beat the senshi with his fists and kicks.

He wanted to believe there wasn't a thing called mercy left in him for the space invaders.

It helped that the man was bent over, still recovering from the hard kick to the abdomen, because it gave him an edge. There was no time to react, much like the first time he rushed forward and this time his fist caught the side of his face. It was followed by a blow to the chin and chest, another knee to the gut and roundhouse with enough force to put the man on the ground.

Labyrinthite kept Parthenope on the ground by slamming the heel of his foot down on his chest and placing a good chunk of his weight on that leg. His left hand extended to the side and the pink shaft of his weapon began to materialize in his hand once more. He looked down, sinister grin on his lips as he shook his head. "Death is at your door senshi," he cooed, adjusting his grip before he swung the blade down very much intent on beheading him.

He let out a harsh laugh, a cackle really as he made his move because victory was near and tasted so, so sweet.

The only thing his brain could register at the moment was a string of if-onlys. If only he’d been stronger. If only he hadn’t tried to be civil. If only he hadn't been a complete idiot and went out to find someone that was much more powerful than him while by himself. He might have been able to defend himself if he’d gotten the upper hand. Maybe. Possibly. But now all he could do was try and shield whatever area the other man aimed for until he hit the ground.

Parthenope struggled against the weight on his chest, trying to dislodge the weight atop of him but any type of pushing, prodding, punching or kicking was getting him anywhere closer to free. The pain in his head was making him dizzy, everything hurt and he each move to try and defend himself was draining his energy even faster.

This is really how it’s gonna end?”

By the time the scythe had been raised, his vision had gone blurry, barely being able to pick anything out from the darkness barring that bright pink color. He figured bright pink was going to be the last thing he would ever see until a blast of light lit up the area. Bright enough for him to see that it had wrapped itself around the weapon. The familiar voice that accompanied it was a Godsend at that point. “I-Iris?...”

Even though his head felt fuzzy, there was no way the other man could hold him down and keep the weapon steady. Sure enough, the pressure began the lift and he took that as his chance to knock the offending limb from his chest and roll as far as he could away, though that wasn’t very far, before the pain caught up to him.

Despite the fact that Parthenope had managed to get himself freed for the time being, Iris' gaze did not soften in the slightest. He was on the sh*tlist at that moment, even if he had managed to secure a vague amount of safety from the situation.

However, the weapon Labyrinthite had been clutching onto was released, and the give sent the object hurtling towards the eternal senshi. Her hand whipped open and she ducked to avoid being sliced up unnecessarily. The bright colored lights vanished instantly.

"...this is my business..." she growled out before her fuku started to glow of a hot white light. It wasn't the first time the Negaverse captain had seen her shift from the form of a humble eternal senshi to that of a proud princess. It might have even seemed odd that she was taking this course of action now. The energy she unleashed was overwhelming to say the least.

Usually in this form, her lips might have curled into a smile, growing slightly more gentle in this royal form.

Tonight, it seemed as if the girl from this present lifetime was in full control. Her heated sights were set upon the pink-clad Negaverse agent. Her goal?

...The easiest way to defeat the enemy is to make the enemy no longer your enemy...

Quickly, she thrust her hands forward, a crystal seeming to float up from the palms. For a brief moment, it seemed simple in form, but it pulsed in varying colors, blending through the colors of the rainbow. The final pulse of light was a nearly blinding white color, and the crystal seemed to splinter into a much more powerful form.



With a loud shout, the princess beckoned the crystal for the power she needed.

"IRIS CRYSTAL POWER!!!!"

Soon enough, the area was flooded in a blinding light.