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When Juno had left Destiny City in September of 2013 she had never planned on returning. Not to Destiny City. Perhaps not even to the United States. Happy to hole herself away back in Brazil and try to forget the last few years of her life as a senshi. However fate did not always work in expected ways, and people did not always get what they wanted. So when Juno found herself back in DC in July of 2015, something she had fought tooth and nail to actually accomplish, it was a relief. Not for any of the civilian life she'd left behind, no.. she hardly cared about any of that. Having written off most of the people she'd known ever since that fateful night.

But for this right here.. the hunt at night. The unabashed and relentless beat down of youma and agents of Chaos that brought her, temporary as it may be, some release of her tension and aggression. It was what brought her relief. Why she worked her days in a semi dangerous field just to afford her tiny studio apartment and enough food to survive off of.

There weren't a ton of senshi that would specifically hunt out Negaverse agents to pick unprovoked fights with. Especially not ones currently traveling with their youma. But then.. not many senshi were Amazons.

She had been following their aura for awhile, but when the figures finally came into sight, she didn't delay, hopping from the ledge she'd been resting on down to the ground below. The smirk on her face absolutely oozed malice, a volleyball slowly shifting from one hand to another. They didn't need any words, her body language spoke volumes.

It had been a quiet evening so far, yet Puck could still sense a sort of tension in the air, as if something was waiting, lurking out there. He was still quite new to this whole senshi thing, getting used to the increased speed and agility wearing his powered-up form provided, and learning how to sense the presence of others like him and of those on the side of Chaos. He hadn't even learned what his magic was yet -- the only fight he'd been in so far had been purely physical. He was still hopeful that it was something awesome, like Forest Power Punch! or something.

Something tickled at the back of his mind, and he glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the dark spaces between buildings. Was that an aura he felt? He stopped and concentrated on the sensation. It actually felt like two- no, three auras. One was clearly Chaos, all dark and swirling with malevolence, different than the Dark Moon he'd fought before. One was pure evil, probably a youma. Oh goodie. And the last shone bright and strong in his mind, with the sensation of the very tops of trees. A White Moon senshi?

A fight!

Puck took off at a dead run toward the park, the direction where the auras emanated from. He had to go check it out -- maybe he'd even be able to get in on it!

Tyla smiled as she watched Masai change. She was a good youma, not the brightest but she was good at what she did. "You are not the brightest Senshi crayon in the box are you? Do you think you stand a chance against Masai?" she said as she watched the large dog/Giraffe like youma ready for the attack, laughing all the while.

Tyla saw the ball heading towards her and lifts a hand and a pulse of power surrounds her just long enough to send the ball bouncing back in a random direction. Tyla wasn't too good with fighting, she had defensive magics; a barrier, that helped keep her safe but it only worked while something was touching it and then only for 20 seconds. In that time she either had to hope she could get away or some how manage to hit or kick the target away from her.

"You'll need to try better then that!" she said as she watched the female try and attack Masai. She looked about alert for a moment and wondered if she was really feeling another senshi coming to join the fight. She sighed and didnt like having another here to fight her.

Masai watched the female moving towards her and giggled. She took the hit, but she braced her large body, making it feel more like the female was hitting a wall then her body. She lowered her long neck down towards the females body in the same moment of the attack in a fast swing, a motion similar to how actual giraffes fight, with the intent to knock the female aside with her strong and well muscled neck. "Stupid child!" she said gruffly as she growled.

A more calculating senshi would have correctly assumed that Masai's body mass (which was quite a bit greater than Juno's) would hold up well against a smaller mass hitting it. And though it probably hurt a little bit, it did very little to actually damage or move the youma. Whereas Juno, who was hit both with gravity and the swinging neck of the prepared youma, went flying, crashing to the ground with a noise of displeasure.

One did not have to know Portuguese to figure out the stream of words escaping Juno were profane.

The asphalt had skinned and scraped her point of inpact, the skin on the back of her upper arms red and raw, prickling with tiny droplets of blood. But Juno pushed herself up, and after a second of trying to regain her composure she was off again, running towards the youma, intent on hopping on it's back.

Out of the corner of her she noticed someone else appear. A flash of white and.. blonde dreadlocks? "Hey. Hey! Get your own monsters to fight." The voice, thick with a Brazilian accent, groused as she attempted to avoid hooves and a swinging neck to mount the 'giraffe'.

The other senshi was fierce and persistent (and clearly not from here by her accent, but then neither was he). But it was pretty evident that she was out of her league taking on two opponents at one time. Puck decided to leave the youma to her and tackle the tall Chaos agent himself. It never occurred to him that he might be out of his league -- as far as he was concerned, there was no such thing as an opponent that was too big or too dangerous.

"Oi! Hush you, I'm trying to help!" he called to her as he approached the Negaverse officer. To his enemy he gave a sneer. "Little buddy, eh?" Nobody called him little! The sneer turned to a snarl, and pulling his arm back he threw a punch at her face. He'd wipe that smirk off her lips one way or another.

Tyla watched the male charge at her and with a wave of her hand her force field came up and bounced off the punch. "Such a silly thing! I knocked that ball away do you think your fist would get closer?" she asked, not caring to know if he had seen the ball attack or not any ways. She didn't care. She just thought he was stupid. She smiled as she took advantage of his failed attack and punched him back and then gave a good firm kick to the stomach. "Stupid little boy child! Thinking you can just take on a negaverse agent and her Youma with such weak attacks! You are going to make me laugh!" she said with a snarl as she flipped her long blond and brown hair over her shoulder and smirked.

Masai growled when the female avoided her attack and then yowled loudly when the stupid human was on her! Riding her like she was some common horse or something! Damn brat! Growling loudly she flailed her neck back and forth like she would shake off the stupid thing. "Stupid human brat!" she said with a snarl as she soon found that the stupid thing was going to be harder to get off then that. "Try this!" she said with a snarl as she wound up her body and set her self spinning like a top. Round and round till all you could see was the yellow and brown color with a green blob attached to its neck before, after a good 30 seconds or so, the green went shooting out and away from the youma.

Snarling as the youma dropped to all four feet and growled, her head lowered and bobbing up and down and side to side a little as she tried to recover from the spinning. It took a bit out of her but her sharp nose smelled the female still. "Run!" she said snarling as she took off running after the female on all fours, her long neck aimed where the smell was at and her lips curled in a snarl wanting to taste her now that she was more mad then before.

Her leg lock around the youma's neck had been a strong one. If Masai had simply been bucking or trying to bump Juno off in traditional means she probably wouldn't have succeeded. But luckily Masai wasn't some mindless lesser youma and even Juno's strong grip wasn't enough to fight vertigo and centrifugal force as the youma spun and spun.

Airborne and dizzy Juno wasn't able to try and brace for the hit, smashing hard into a nearby bench, spitting out blood from the tongue she'd accidentally bitten down on at impact. Her body was screaming in pain, the world and her stomach spinning and making her dizzy and naseaous. But somehow, through it all, she was just more pissed off then hurt or dizzy.

"DAMNIT!!" She'd managed an English curse as she pushed herself shakely from the ground, standing and stumbling forward on wobbly feet.

It had been a long time since she'd faced such a strong and frusterating youma. Perhaps the last time was the day ********* had messed with her pen and given her new extra powers.

By now the youma seemed nearly as angry and crazed as Juno did, which was probably to her advantage. And as she continued to try and stead her legs and stop the world from spinning she waited for the charging youma to impact her.

One... two.. She hopped again, barely in time to miss getting creamed by a mouth full of teeth. It was perhaps the sloppiest and least corrdinated cartwheel she'd done in a decade. One hand on the youma's neck dangerously close to those scary horns. And then one hand lower down on the neck, closer to the giraffe youma's shoulders. When finally it came time for her feet to come down she let the whole weight of her body come with it, pounding her full clumsy force at the spine and back of the creature. As soon as she made impact she too would certain fall, but hopefully it would be enough to knock the youma to the ground too.

Puck had just barely gotten to his feet after being rolled off the Negaverse captain when she threw a punch at him, a punch bolstered by her force field power. Getting hit with a force field in the face was rather like getting hit by a soccer ball being kicked full force from a close distance -- the impact was painful, but the effect was spread out over much of his face. It was enough to knock him back several feet and jar him quite a bit. He just barely managed to stay on his feet, however. Luckily he had a hard head and a wide stance, like a little bulldog.

Wiping the blood from his nose and mouth with the back of his hand, he grinned at his opponent. "Horrible, am I? Filth? I'll give you filth!" He charged at her again, this time scooping up a handful of dirt and tossing it ahead of him with the intent of at least distracting her and hopefully getting it in her face before impacting her like a rugby player and ramming her against a tree. That was the idea, anyway.