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He wasn't sure why he kept going out with the dregs of injury clinging to his bones. It ate at his muscles, speed and strength, like acid. He was keen enough in awareness and experience, however, to keep track of what auras were near enough to be a problem or to be in striking distance of checking out. When he'd felt the scout aura closing in on his own, he'd stayed put and visible as a silhouette near a light source.

He turned when the hail and sound of footsteps came from the expanse behind him. The extra grommeting and strapping on her uniform, combined with the long, free-range hair and completely unprotected legs, organs and upper chest was just another proof that the universe was laughing at all of them.

"So far, " he nodded in acknowledgement to her. "Chaos has been quiet tonight, but vigilant still we few must stand. "

"I'm Thraen. You are?"

Given a larger sample he wondered roundabout where her accent hailed from- it was no native one to the part of the country they stood in. Destiny City was a large metropolis, so it wasn't surprising as much as a point of interest what could bring someone from far away to the city not only for life but presumably to end up as a pawn in their mutual situation.

"I've seen your likeness at the Louvre." Though that statue had a decidedly more bare chest. The attitude of the stone to the flesh woman before him- confident and challenging, was the same.

"Yours a welcome banner joined, if you stand by this mess being a war- not misunderstand nor charade of peace paid with innocence and ignorance nightly. " He shifted his weight, attention full on her.

"Little my trust in our 'companions'- I'll ask directly. Would you kill an enemy guilty of murder and theft? "

The pupils of his eyes shifted with interest in her words, alternating thoughtful and predatory. "We may have some differences of philosophy, but that is a better answer than expected from another in the 'white moon court'. "

"We might be able to be allies, after all." First impressions were a doozy, and she wasn't what he would choose as the face of a court, but in the most ancient of senses of feudalism she could be a fit. A King was the warlord of a people long before the associations of governing was added to the base idea of protection and succor.

"I've been searching for others who would be Malleus Chao- Hammer of Chaos, " the set of his shoulders to his hips relaxed to something less ramrod-formal. "Such things of any interest?"

"There is only one caveat as far as I can tell- it is possible to be corrupted unwillingly," Buddingtonite's boasts before putting fist into his chest could lead that way, if anything the coward said could be taken as reliable intel.

"Mercy is a branch of wisdom, but one I extend once only. Our enemies are creatures with reason in their heads to recognize what they do and to have thought it over. One offer that they seek to repay their horror with honest effort- and if they refuse then they should be broken or executed. "

"Those who betray order, however, of deliberate choice I would execute without offer, " Thraen's expression was grim as stone. There was no hesitation and no uncertainty behind the words.

"Not. That. I. Know." It was terse, pulled word by word through teeth bared at the sky as he turned his face thither.

"I have met...maybe 11? Some I did not have a chance to speak of war policies to. Others have deliberately stood in my way and took the side of our enemies- have demanded them be allowed to live, to heal and to steal or kill at their leisure."

"Up until you, I was fairly certain I stood alone in this corpse of a court."

He looked back down to her, "I take it you do not know any others, either?"

How fine we look when dressed with red.

"Mercy alone has not won the day, nor has it treated the symptoms of the disease. Even if our methods cannot root out the heartwood, if we cut enough limbs the tree of this enemy will have no reach."

"If we can find or convince others of new method- One is a flag thrown down, two a force, but three....and we might have the start of an army. " He pulled out his senshi phone, "Would you be willing to exchange scans? It would allow us to more easily contact and coordinate with each other. "

The scanning was the work of a glad moment. It spread a half smile over his scarred mouth that turned from pleasantness to grim by default. "Patrolling with someone is a good idea. I should know."

"I'm not much good with fisticuffs, obviously, but my magic has its use. Its a status attack. If you've got skill with combat, not just patrols but some lessons would be appreciated. Either way, together of martial skill and magic cast, we could hew foes down quickly. I would like to try it sometime, and soon. "

"Call me at need- whatever reason troubles you, or we can work out whatever needs strike our fancy."