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August was a terrible hellhole of a month, thought Megiddo, wiping sweat from her brow. She brushed a few limp strands of hair back from her face and scowled. Nine months of the year, her uniform was fine, but summer - summer was terrible, and it just kept getting worse.

She'd gone through all the trouble of dragging her a** out here tonight, instead of spending it in the air conditioned comforts of home picking fights on Tumblr, and for that Megiddo thought she deserved an award. Or, like, a fancy drink? Or at least, she wanted to beat someone up really badly and make them regret also hauling themselves out on this muggiest of summer nights. That seemed reasonable!

Expanding her senses, Megiddo felt the roiling aura of a corrupt senshi. Brilliant, she thought to herself. What a rare prize! If she could bag a kill that powerful, well, Gunn would have to notice! Maybe she'd even be proud.

Megiddo made her approach quickly, running on light feet towards the source of the aura. Her fingers tightened around the neck of her pitcher, and she grinned to herself. "Come out, come out, senshi!" she called, slowing to a quiet walk. "I feel you! I want to play!"

Megiddo grinned as the senshi revealed his position, and she crept quietly towards the sound of his voice. "We fight," she called pleasantly. "Honorable combat. Possibly to the death. I pound your face in. Doesn't that sound like fun, ickle senshi?"

Damn, if it didn't feel ever so good to be a creep. Megiddo brushed a finger over her signet ring, silencing her movements, and continued to advance. "Come on," she said, in what she imagined to be a very creepy tone of voice. "Let's fight. Or are you scared? Are you shaking in your boots? I'm only a squire. You could take me. Bring my starseed back to whichever General holds your leash."

She grinned, thinking of a particularly witty barb (or, in opinion it was witty). "Maybe they'll give you a milkbone for your trouble."

It was hot out. It was sticky. If she was going to fight, she wanted it to be worthwhile. She wanted to goad him. She wanted him fierce. It would be more fun that way.

Frog in her throat? Megiddo scowled. Clearly, she'd ******** something up somewhere - but it wasn't like she wanted to change now and give him that victory. Complete silence might be scarier, anyway, Megiddo decided and shut up. He was close, she thought determinedly. She could feel his dark aura washing over her in waves. Close. Closer--

Bingo.

Silently, Megiddo advanced through the shadows until she was poised just behind the crouching senshi. He was-

He was pretty, goodness. It would be a shame to kill him. Maybe she'd take his hair and make a vest out of it. She'd seen that in a movie recently and thought it would be a suitable trophy.

Megiddo reached out and grabbed a hank of the senshi's bright pink hair and pulled hard. "Boo!" she shouted.

"Maybe," grinned Megiddo, enjoying herself entirely too much. She have his hair another sharp yank, trying to drag him away from the wall. "But you're corrupt and that's a much bigger problem." She was going to kill him, she thought triumphantly. He was a pansy-a** who'd never been taught how to fight and she'd finish him off!

Megiddo released his hair and brushed her fingers over her ring again, vanishing the shadowy cloak that had dampened her movements. She called her pitcher to hand, and wrapped her fingers around the neck so she could use it like a bludgeon. "Should I kill you slowly?" she asked, hefting the weapon. "Or should I make this quick?"

Crazy? Definitely.

Megiddo swung the pitcher, aiming for the senshi's head. She didn't care that he wasn't fighting back. Gunn never showed any mercy, and neither would she!

Megiddo ought not have gloated quite so much, because the palm-sized piece of rock totally came out of nowhere and clocked her on the cheek. The squire saw stars, and when she raised one of her gloved hands to prod her cheekbone (it mercifully did not feel broken), the white cotton came away very bloody indeed. Oh, ******** no, she thought. She was going to drive him into the ******** ground for that.

"It would have been honorable from the start if you weren't so ******** cowardly," she snarled, circling him as he tried to regain his balance. "I thought the Negaverse taught all its little slaves to stand and fight. Are you just defective?"

A smile flitted across her face. "Because in that case, killing you will be a mercy to Order, to you, and to them."

She ran at him again, pitcher raised high above her head.

He was just going to lie down and die! After all the horror stories she'd heard, taking down a corrupt senshi was going to be so easy! Megiddo grinned to herself as she closed the space between them, wait, what was he doing with his legs--

--WHUMPH!

Swearing loudly, Megiddo tumbled backwards, her a** skidding against the pavement. The squire flopped over, the wind knocked out of her. Her pitcher clattered to the ground somewhere past her head. "********," she gasped, struggling to sit back up. "******** ******** ********."

This was stupid. This was so incredibly stupid. She was officially ******** over this, she thought, rolling slowly onto her stomach.

Slowly and with great effort, Megiddo forced herself to her feet. The Chaos aura was long gone - doubtless the coward had gone to ground in his civilian form, and she'd never find him now. She groaned. What a ******** waste of a night.

Blood trickled down her cheek,and Megiddo raised her hand to it again. Gosh, she thought, looking at her fingers. That's a lot of blood. She'd make Nick fix it up.

Releasing her hold on her henshin, Keren staggered away.