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Energy on its own was a bounty he'd not had too much trouble collecting. His size, speed and already considerable strength that were added to by the power of his betters made most immediately take the flight option, and it almost always failed them.

The reservations he'd felt immediately after the Carnival, the dreams and distress, were fading slowly, and he'd found that whatever had broken in those moments had been shored up better by the time- he didn't hesitate as much now. He didn't expect the nightmares would stay. Glorious promise that he was finally becoming a soldier.

But until tonight one last rite he'd assigned himself had yet to be passed. He had not captured and brought one of the enemy to his lord as gift and tithe for the honor and rank that had been given him. He'd found the young girl that would be that sacrifice tonight.

She was young, small. Small the way middle-schoolers usually were, unless she were just a very petite high-schooler. She'd run at first, fought once he caught up to her with sudden sprays of light and magic like roman candles, but her little body hadn't taken being 'jogged'. She was still alive, and pleasantly subdued for transport. Titan brushed at some burns in his shirt before hefting the young thing onto his shoulder like a sack. He checked the aura's near, in case his lord or another higher up might be near enough to delivery the package straight away to.

"That is no Captain or General. That is a sushi near, " the feel of the aura was strong, unmistakeable. Another one was practically on top of him, and he hadn't kept abreast enough to notice.

Titan turned slowly on his heel. His grip on his prisoner tightened, like whomever was near would just appear like a ninja-fox and steal her before he had a chance to blink.

The source of the voice appeared, and he wasn't certain he was impressed. She was extra small. "You are the fun-size senshi-snack, ja? You look more like a Lady than a warrior, hooded for the night."

"This prize was hard win. I will not leave without her, not without you proving that you win her." Unloading the girl from his shoulder would just open his prisoner to being taken without having to face him. He didn't trust these these senshi girls to fight honorably, not after Leda cut and run. It might be a handicap to try to fight with having the girl still in hand, but that was a risk he'd rather take- like a war mastiff with prey already in mouth, he wasn't going to open his jaws out of charity.

"You convince me to give her up, you win her. You don't, she is already my prize." Titan lifted his hammer out and pointed it at her, hoping she wouldn't recognize the LARP foam for what it really was, "What is your name? Names exchanged is respect."

She was magic of ...orchids? That was a kind of flower they sold in grocery stores, wasn't it? And she was out playing in a war? "Titanlåvenite. We shall see if it is well met, Super Sailor Ida."

"I can say the same of Leda, and sailor honor. No, I do not trust you. You would run round, scoop her up and leave without fair battle. If you want her, you must fight me just this way. " He almost said sushi-honor, but corrected himself mentally before that slipped out. He was getting better about correct war-time vocabulary.

Not to the death. Not this time, not until bring one back alive. That is my goal. "If I win, you will be added to the prize. You win, I will surrender her to you. Make your choice, or I will take my leave."

"There is no life without honor. No honor without Jarl." His expression darkened. She was stuck on insulting the honor of his people. Well, perhaps she had met that Bitchfit, which would sour anyone's opinion about them. It certainly soured his own when he tried to fathom who had decided that one was worth recruiting. But it wasn't for him to question, and it wasn't Obsidian's doing anyway, that it would really matter or not. His lord had better taste and a better eye for usefulness than whoever had brought that one in. Maybe Ida felt the same about sailors in her midst.

No group all winners, no group all losers? He'd ask Buddy or maybe even Benitoite about it sometime. They both had good heads on their shoulders. Better than his own. Hearing her resolve, Titan gave a tight-lipped nod, then shifted his weight and started into a sprint. He'd use the hammer in the try for the first blow, resolving himself to just dealing with the fact that it might bend or snap on the force of impact if it hit her in the swing at her head.

Who goes to battle wielding foam? She was going to be fast. Fast like Troy and his Lord. But how hard did she hit with those little hands?

Titan grimaced when the girl vanished out of the arc, dropping from immediate sight as he felt impact on his calves. Checking his balance he managed not to sprawl, but couldn't avoid being sent with his own momentum in a Footloose double-knee slide for a few feet. Popping up from it was a little harder that he would have liked, knees stinging from impact off all his own momentum on his knees.

Had she intentionally used his size against him? He was thankful, offhand, it had been a sweep and not jabbing one of those pointy small feet somewhere unpleasant.

Tripping was no excuse, though, and as he straightened up again he hucked the hammer across at her. It was like attacking someone with a Renaissance dodgeball, really. Keep engaged and close distance again...

The acrobatics were impressive- even just watching her move, independent of the dodge, was aesthetic with color and ribbons. Feminine, and approaching a deadliness that he noticeably lacked. He could break things, and he coudl do it very, very well. But he had to have them in hand first, and she was being a lot less obliging at that competition than Troy had been.

As soon as she was in a position behind him, he tensed, expecting blow to fall- and it did not disappoint. He didn't stumble forward like he would have for Troy, but he gave a surprised cough. All that force was maybe made worse by that tiny little surface area of her elbow. He growled after the air returned to his lung as he wheeled on his heel.

Titan arched his wrist out with his turn, hoping to catch her with a backhand, "There is plenty punch is in such small hands."

In all honesty, Titan startled when she shouted her magical attack. He'd not really faced a whole lot of magic yet- Troy hadn't cast anything, Leda's odd attack had gone wide, and the carnival had been noticeably lacking in direct attacks except for the man in the skirt that had seemed exceptionally angry. Draconis and Pomona's attacks had been in protection of him, against Youma, and he was happy to not be facing down explosions and burns.

Titan immediately brought up his arm to shield his face, and the leather of his bracer helped some. His shirt, and beneath his chest and stomach, his arms, the poor captive's backside, and the front of his own thighs were now pin-cushioned with sharps like he'd gone swimming in a needle pool. What a troublesome dweomer.

But she was already in his personal space and hitting what she could get at with her hard, tiny little fists. He was going to have so many deep bruises from this. Since the senshi was right up in his business, Titan bear pawed a hand to swipe her and try to throw her to the concrete hard. It made the needles in that forearm feel tight and pull. It is exactly like Troy, she is so fast it is hard to follow her. And her hits are hard enough, even if not that hard. Drawing this out will just be a long, painful exercise.

The word attrition would have come to mind if his vocabulary was the large, but it wasn't. And much like losing his prey against Troy, who'd demanded attention away from energy gathering, escape was a door opened by giving over what he had hard won. Was he really ready for that yet?

He would have been sad if he'd been privy to the wood comparison since it applied in more than one way. Titan back-stepped a pace when he successfully connected. The smart thing to do would have been to kick at her while she was still down and fussing with her hood and hair. He checked the balance of his captive on shoulder instead.

She was up again in a flash- a purple ball of fists, feet and fury. He took slow sidesteps blocking or absorbing what he could of the onslaught until the hooked kick to the back of his knee dropped him to a less looming height. It still hurt from his slide early on. Titan lifted his wide, calloused palm up in the way of her barrage, trying to catch a fist before it smacked him.

"To serve a throne is sometimes pain. Innocence is no excuse from service."

"Enough. I cannot beat you yet."
"The prize is yours."