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The night found Damocles on patrol, and surprisingly he was alone. His usual partner, Tantalus, was off doing something else. Something about having to be forced to spend time with his parents. That was fine, Damocles could handle himself. And while he was still apprehensive about being by himself, he couldn't let the shade incident rule what he did. And he knew that there would be times, much like tonight, where he or Tantalus would have to patrol by themselves. Besides, he had promised Tantalus six ways from Sunday that he would take the up most care. So he was walking the streets, keeping to himself and staying out of sight of any civilian's that happened to show up.

He turned, hearing the metal clink behind him and his eyes fell on the ginger. "Not the Negaverse, no. I am part of the Dark Mirror Court." He replied. Damocles, on the other hand, knew exactly what this girl was. Order. A white mooner. "My name is Damocles. ...And you are?"

"If you want to look at it that way, then I suppose that yes, we are indeed enemies. Though I have done nothing to you to earn that label aside from being on a different 'team' " He eyed the girl closely. She looked like she was about ready to jump him. "...Well since we're enemies.. Perhaps I can interest you in a little friendly sparing match? Judging by your outfit, and your scar, I take it you like to shoot first and ask later?"

His brow twitched. Boy? This girl was probably somewhere around his age and she was talking like he was years younger. The blonde grabbed her leg before twisting and pushing down on her upper leg. "So just because I wear a different color makes me a bad guy? You don't know the first thing about me or who I am, and yet you want to label me as something that could be entirely false."

"...Okay I might be a lot of things but I am not some raunchy book." Damocles growled. He hissed when the clang of metal rang out. So it might not have hurt as much, but there'd be atleast some bruising there later. "Vulgar little s**t aren't you? Guess you're not as much of a lady as I thought." The blond jumped back putting distance between them. "All's fair in love and war." He replied flatly.

"Well excuse me for being courteous. Next time I'll treat you like some punk a** child." He grunted as she slammed into him. "I suppose you could look at it like that. All depends on what your definition of devotion is." Bringing his arms up and making a fist he slammed them into her back while at the same time trying to bring his knee up into her stomach.

"Better then some war crazed idiot. At least-" He choked on his breathe when she punched him in the stomach. "At least I won't get myself killed and die on the people I care about just because of a pointless fight." He grabbed the girls wrist, the one that had his fuku, and twisted.

"Again, it depends on what your definition of it is. War destroys people and places." Damocles staggered backwards and threw her to the side. "Then your war is a meaningless and pointless one. If it can even be called a war at all." Wars started because of causes. "Maybe you're just having a tantrum." The blonde sneered. "You are acting like a child after all." He aim a kick for the girl's head.

"If you have no cause, then I feel sorry for you. You have nothing and no one to fight for."