Triumphalis had been half a block over when the corrupt energy signature suddenly flared nearby, potent enough to make his eyes water. Despite the concentration, the signature felt on par with his own power level - and worthwhile to check out. At this time of night, he doubted that the forces of Chaos would be picking daisies and making flower crowns.
He broke into a run, skidded around the corner, and surveyed the scene before him - corrupt senshi, hand where it shouldn't be, rapidly fainting civilian - and said, cracking his knuckles, "I hope you at least bought him dinner first."
Honestly, this seemed a bit evil to get into on a first date - but to each their own.
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