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The easiest way to distract an enemy he'd found, was to pose something in a way that was not usual and yet utterly normal. In the case of two lieutenants going after another senshi, he chose the route of whistling 'amazing grace'. An out of place action and song, yet a human action to whistle like it was simply a stroll he was taking.

One of them looked up while the other hesitated.

It was all the opening needed for him to jump down, kicking on the hairdryer's shoulder, a sickening pop signaling that he'd done something. As she howled in pain, Pollux smiled. "Megrez if I recall? Did you want some help?" He didn't stop to look at the women, rather, he focused on her.

"You!" The one with the net pointed at Pollux, who seemed unimpressed. "You'll pay for that!" She charged at him while her ally was prone. To him, it was cute their poor attempts to now defend themselves.
"Aim for vitals or points of weakness." He met the woman head on. One hand grabbing her wrist with the net, the other grabbing her face, using the momentum of her charge against her, slamming the woman against the wall. "Freezing Storm." His words were nothing grand called out- yet quickly a sheet of ice covered the woman's face and she screamed as he pulled his hand away, thumb and palm covered in frozen blood.

THe woman fell down, clutching her face.
"In this case, I focus on freezing her eyes- the water in them turns to shards, tearing up her vision and blinding her." The woman remained screaming as blood ran down her face.

"I saw you had fire in you- so why not finish the other? Before she gets away of course." It was true, the hair dryer girl was getting up, granted, shaken, but looking ready to run. "I'd like to see if my brother's hopes for you were not misplaced."

Brutal was hardly the beginnings of what Pollux was. As he watched Megrez, he had been hoping for a bit more blood. He knew it was 'eggs' but still, a bit more oomph wouldn't have hurt. Yet she'd taken his challenge and delivered. It was good enough. Could be better but good enough. "The battle isn't over until you know they are dead." His words were spoken to open air, though his gaze had shifted to the screaming woman.

She'd get attention if he let her go on like this. "You need to silence them, and make sure they're dead. That can mean watching their bodies return to human, or-" The blind woman seemed to know he was coming, because she'd begun to scramble to get away from him.

Her blind fumbling crawl to escape was painfully pathetic to him. Like a fish gasping for air in a fisherman's net. She was going to die. "-Take a more direct confirmation." His hand was quick, grabbing the officer's uniform to pull her back, shoving into a wall once more, though this time with his hands around her neck.
"They pass out first. So you keep holding, or you crush their windpipe. You use all the force you can. Or you prolong it if you like, breaking other parts of them- Personally I find it a waste of time. Not to mention messy." Yet his hands were dark red, the woman's eyes still raw gaping wounds.

"Crush the other one's skull Megrez. Crush it, or risk her surviving and returning a youma." The woman in his grip had stopped screaming, and all she could still do was weakly trash against him and his grip on her throat.

Less mess, directly applying a death blow with minimal effort.

She was getting it.

"Pass." The woman in his grip had stopped thrashing, and slowly, he could feel her pulse weaken. "Strangulation takes time, and unfortunately, often you won't have this luxury. Its long, and somewhat cruel, as they might survive... damaged." He let the woman fall into a crumpled heap, something remorseful filling his gaze before he grabbed her neck and a snap echoed into the air.

"Incapacitate. Kill. We might be killers, we might be soldiers, but we should do no more harm than needed ultimately. Her eyes will be what hinders, choking be what stops, snapping her neck what kills. Be aware, no matter how you kill, you will be called a monster, a murderer. You will carry that stain." He looked at her.

"I told you to stain your hands, yet ultimately, the choice was your own." He stared and motioned to the woman she'd killed. "Can you accept that? You can still walk away. I am the known killer, it wouldn't be hard to paint me the one who slew them both this night, doing what you did not desire."
He wanted a final confirmation.

"Can you stain your hands with the blood that will be spilled?"

He smiled. It was hollow, distant, the worn gaze of someone who's resigned themselves to what surrounded them. For Pollux, that would be death. "You're a good person Megrez. Perhaps a murderer, but if things had been different, you'd be free of this fate." He sighed, looking down at the bodies. "I'll dispose of them well enough. Go home. Recover. Always take time to recover after you kill. No matter what they call us, we are soldiers in a war. That makes us no more a monster than the shadows at night."

He motioned her to move. "Go- they'll show soon to take the bodies if they can. The less evidence we leave behind the better. That includes energy scents."