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Mistral wasn’t exactly sure what all she was expecting to discover, out on her own after dark. She hadn’t recovered so much that she could really afford to be out and about for more than forty minutes, but that was why she didn’t want to venture far. Mostly, she jumped up things, enjoying a return to something closer to where she’d been (plus or minus the ability to jump up on top of low-lying buildings). She practiced looking at things with her brain, that power-sense she’d noticed the day of the boot camp. Mistral was getting pretty good at avoiding the signatures that made her skin crawl, and--well, she wasn’t entirely clear on if the other signatures were approachable. Like, she wasn’t up for getting condescended to.

This particular evening, she wasn’t exactly in the mood for being alone, but Finn was off doing things--so she decided to approach the nearest signature. It turned out to be a violet-haired Squire that she remembered from boot camp; Gunn’s intern, or something.

“Hey,” she called down from her high perch. “Megiddo, right?”

Babylon’s pet? Mistral frowned. Did it really look like that? She hung around Babylon because she knew him, liked him, trusted him, and all that jazz. Also because he had proven himself the winner of the Who Can Make Sure Mistral Doesn’t Pop Her Internal Organs Into Soup sweepstakes really, really early on in her lifespan as a Mercury page. “Uh, well,” she said. “As it goes, I don’t really fight.” She inched closer to the edge of her rooftop, and dropped to the ground. “Like, it’s not really my bag.”

Why expose herself for a cripple when she didn’t have to? Even a year on, the fact that there were things Mistral could no longer do really grated. “So… what are you doing out here? I don’t sense any youma. Or any officers or anything.” Maybe she was just out for a wander, like Mistral was. She offered a slightly crooked smile to the taller Squire. “Yeah?”

Mistral frowned, and shook her head. “Nope! Uh, just one crazy b***h who tried to kill me, after… pretending to be a civilian. They’re tricky like that, I suppose.” That was the danger of the glamor! “Lucky I was with Europa. You know Europa, right? She does boot camp, too.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, and said, “Hey, you know, I’m not stupid. I know that. I just… don’t… fight. I’m not very good at it.”

Megiddo was pretty vehement about this, Mistral noted, and she wasn’t sure that she could walk away from the Squire without having to hear about it later. Rather than antagonize further with vague insistence that she couldn’t fight, Mistral heaved a sigh. “Sure,” she said, “Okay. What do you recommend, smart stuff?” She was willing to bet it involved ‘fight everyone’. That seemed pretty clearly an option, there.

“What if I can’t dust one of those and I die,” she said. She’d only ever seen one and it had been the abjectly terrifying chimera of the night of her awakening. If there were even little easy weak youma, Megiddo didn’t think she’d have that much luck with them. “Practicing on something that’s abjectly trying to kill me doesn’t seem like an excellent survival strategy, Megiddo.”

Mistral let herself be dragged a block or two, but the instant she felt a youma signature on her mental radar, she dug in her heels. For all the good it did with a Squire, she might as well have just allowed herself to be dragged along. “No ******** way,” she said, “you do not understand, one punch to the wrong part of me will kill me, okay? So let’s not. Can you just let me go?”

Her voice grew in volume as they kept moving. “You are hurting me. Let me go!”

Azzo had been on the heels of a Youma as a civilian at the time, only to be distracted by voices. He turned to the cat riding on his shoulder, directing him. "That doesn't sound good. . ."

He'd paused along an alleyway listening to what they were speaking before seeing two lower ranking knights going at it. . . Well one was going at it the other tried to reason. Brows knit in a flash Azzo was no longer standing there as a civilian but as a Knight and rushing the one attacking the weaker page. Aiming on stopping or at least derailing the sucker punch. His eyes were narrowed in Anger. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Snowball had leaped from Azzo's shoulder the moment the young man had started to Henshin. Sighing as he followed at a run behind the knight. "Are you okay?" He directed at the page that was obviously the intended target. Hoping that nothing had be horribly hurt by the other girl's seemingly rash behavior.

Megiddo hadn't even hit her that hard, but Mistral went down like a sack of potatoes. "s**t," she said, backing away. Was that blood? That was blood. "s**t ******** s**t," she said, glancing towards the rightfully-enraged Saturn knight who'd come at them like the wrath of god. "I didn't - I didn't mean to break her-"

Sick? Sick?! Mistral hadn't ever said anything to Megiddo about being sick. She looked uncertainly at the knight. He looked furious, and she wasn't prepared to handle furious older men like, at all. "I was just - she said she didn't fight and I was trying to show her that she could and- s**t. s**t. s**t. Gunn's going to kill me. Mistral, are you okay? Please be okay. Please - crap."

Megiddo did not want to be here. She did not want to be dealing with these consequences. Megiddo and consequences, historically, were not a good match. "s**t ******** s**t ******** ******** ********," said the squire miserably.