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The fact was thus, Two dead agents and three dead civilians. Which to any who might have had the misfortune to come across the bodies would just look like several dead bodies.
But- there was one lone survivor. A cowering captain who'd pissed himself after his two aids had fallen and had devoured two starseeds from the innocents with them in an attempt to escape. Castor's nose was broken, his fists and arms covered in blood where he'd used his attack to gore the one captain, before going after the civilian that had attempted to stop him.

Humans were weak, fragile things, and in a single move Castor was able to knock them to the ground and deliver a less than clean blow to their skull.

Senshi were stronger than humans. Even if not on par with agents of chaos, they had their advantages.
"Lets get our information and get rid of him." He said to his partner for the night. "The longer we're lingering the less pretty things will be on the road home."

Castor was fine with being the one to drag the coward along by his uniform, mindful to keep his grip as to not give the negaverse agent the opportunity to strip and flee as some were to do in a fright.

"Lead the way." He didn't look at the bodies, he didn't think about them. If he did he would think to their families, to their friends, to that he was just as terrible as they were in part, and at the end of it all he would have to pay for his crimes one way or another.

Following Iphigenia Castor couldn't help but ask. "How long do you think we'll have?" Before someone came looking remained unsaid.

Yanking the captain into the cave, Castor sought something to bind him and easily enough, some old rope had the agent's arms and legs bound. How many times had Castor tied up his enemies to do just this- Too many. Even if he was kill first, he'd become adept at keeping them alive if for a while.

"Let's see if we can't cut that in half- I don't like leaving them alive longer than we need to."

Leaning against the wall he smiled as the captain looked at him in fear. "Just tell me what to do Iphigenia."

"True, I never was good with manners." Leaning over the captain, Castor did his best to force a smile. "So how about it? Tell us everything? Well, not everthing everything, just the important bits. What you were doing, who you're going after- those sorts of things."

The captain stuttered, before muttering how he'd tell them nothing. They were fools- soon enough reinforcements would arrive and he'd be free and they'd be dead. It was all bravado and it quickly wore on Castor's nerves, visibly bristling as the air started to take on a chill.

"Iphigenia?" He looked at her, asking a silent permission to do something to emphasis that he was not up for back talk.

The man was putting on a brave front but it was just that, a brave front. They would break, not at first but eventually. It was kind of interesting sometimes to see how long they lasted.

Castor was not a member of the shadows for a reason- usually having to do with the fact that he tended to be unable to wait for answers that long in the first place.

"Hrm, we could break them first." He grabbed the man's hand, forcing a joint to bend painfully backward. "Or start with some chills." Tilting his head he grabbed the entire fist, cold shooting down to fingers and discoloring them as shard of ice dug under nails. Hail had to form somewhere.

"Just enough to start the burn should be fine, wouldn't you say?"

He was in a hurry. Loath to keep them alive and risk their return to the negavese, he bit his tongue and held back. A sharp crack and he did break one finger. Simply because he could. Then it started to take effect. Iphigenia's powers increasing the pain as Castor smiled, breaking yet another finger.

He enjoyed it in his own way. He wanted them to suffer in a sense. It was just a matter of how. "So-" He broke another finger, ignoring the screams. "Think we're ready for a little QnA don't you think?"