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"His Ma might, ya'know."

Arms folded across her chest, a tall, blonde senshi watching from several yards away. Her back was pressed against a tree, one heel scraping against the bark as the other stood firm on the ground. She might have felt pretty serious and cool looking, but she was a curly, fluffy steel blue and yellow flamingo of a girl, if anything else.

Duhr had been wandering - that's all she seemed to be doing these days - when she'd heard a small commotion. A guy, fussing at a gal, who turned around and fussed right back at him. She'd arrived at the scene shortly after he'd been put out of his misery, so to speak. So how she looked didn't matter. What mattered was the man's starseed, small and glimmering, in the Nega-gal's hands.

"Ya don't want to break a poor Ma's heart, do ya?"

Smirking, her head tilted down. One gloved hand moved upwards, casually flicking a single, blonde ringlet out of her face as narrowed blue eyes stared down the enemy.

"Ah ain't a judge, but takin' the law into your own hands...that ain't right either, sister."

The girl looked like a punk. Duhr wasn't one to form opinions so quickly based on appearance, especially considering the getup that Fate had dealt her with (it was hard to look tough when you wore a hoop skirt and pearls, after all), but the outfit this gal wore gave the senshi the impression that she was indeed dealing with an unsavory character. Paired with the fact she'd just chest-assaulted a random fella, well...it was hard not to form an opinion.

Her foot pushed off the tree, gangling legs now slowly moving towards the Lieutenant. Eyes never left the Negaverse agent, mostly out of concern that she'd try to bolt like a startled filly. And running in heels wasn't what Duhr had on the agenda for today.

"So if ya aren't plannin' on puttin' that back where ya found it, Ah reckon Ah'll have to be the one to stop ya."

"Stealin' is stealin' - and ya ain't my partner."

Though having Dorado would have come greatly in handy in battle, now that Duhr thought about it. Two to one wasn't exactly fair, but there was no telling what these tricky Negas would do, if she didn't watch them carefully enough. Dorado was full of smart thinkin' and ideas, while Duhr preferred the more simplistic route: fight, beat up, win.

Her arms uncrossed themselves, almost as though she were removing invisible guns from either side of her within invisible holsters. Pressing her fingers together, she formed her gun shape, index fingers aimed directly at the other girl.

"But go ahead and test my aim, if ya feelin' lucky."

Her feet spread apart, balancing herself as she readied for her attack. They were about to have them a proper Mexican standoff.

"Are ya feelin' lucky, punk?"

She grinned at that, all hesitation now thrown to the wind.

The twistin' wind, in fact.

Her finger-gun cocked back, the wind at her feet beginning to stir. Most of the occasions didn't allow Sailor Duhr to take the time to craft the perfect storm but this gal was giving her ample opportunity to flex her stuff.

The cyclone started slow, gathering various dirt particles and the dead leaves scattered nearby. Speed began to pick up, along with the size of the cyclone as it remained hovering in front of her. Now three, nearly four feet tall, it would only remain under her power for seconds more until she needed to launch it. After that, it was completely out of her control.

Glancing up from her twister, she gave the Lieutenant a wink as her hands hovered behind the wind, prepared to push and hurl it forward.

"Go ahead and c'mon then, darlin. Make my day."

Thankfully, Pink & Black made her move just in the nick of time. Sailor Duhr could appreciate this, especially since so many of this gal's kinfolk tended to stand and yammer instead of getting down 'n dirty.

The winds were licking at her gloved fingertips, anxious to pull and whisk away at anything that drifted nearby into its grasp. She could feel it slipping from her control - it was now or never. With a shove, she sent the twister forward, along with a silent prayer that it actually went in the direction she aimed, this time.

Regardless, her fists remained up, readying just in case this desperado managed to dodge the attack. Not that she minded, Duhr was itchin' for a good fight.

Thankfully for the Lieutenant, the twister was now doing its typical, erratic zig-zagging, bouncing against trees and building walls as it pinballed its way down the street. With any luck, it still had barely a minute before it evaporated - pity for any alleycat that might decide to lurk in its pathway during the meantime, however.

The filly in the pink tights launched herself in the air, Duhr's balled fists forced to quickly open up in time to catch her as the duo toppled over. There was enough cushion from the lace and curls for a softer landing, but Duhr wasn't satisfied with this.

No, it was wrasslin' time!

Legs worked to wrap around hers, one hand moving to push against her face (just in case this one was a biter) while the other forced against her shoulder. With all the labored breathing it was hard to catch a breath in, but Duhr wouldn't trade moments like these for anything in the world. These were the moments when she felt the most alive.

Pulling in close, a hoarse whisper laced with giddiness asked, "Ever been hog-tied, darlin?"

Well, that fight was short lived.

The girl slumped on top of her like a lifeless sack of taters. Weighed about as much too, from what Duhr could reckon. But what in the world had happened...?

Shoving the Lieutenant to the side, the blonde attempted to make sense of what just occurred. Seeing the redhead dashing over to where they lay - well, now it made sense. The long-skirted woman stooped down to pluck up what looked to be practically a twig, mumblin' something or another about being able to hit something.

Instead of getting mad over Red here stealin' her thunder, Duhr gave her a curt nod of approval before struggling back up to her feet. "Wouldn't have thought about pullin' a branch off, but it worked. Ah like your style, Red."

She ignored the space girl comment - maybe this dame hadn't seen a person in fancywear before - and instead turned around to grab hold of the knocked out Lieutenant while she was still knocked out. With the grace of a newborn foal, one hand clutched the girl's arm while the other snatched up a leg, hoisting the body up like a barbell. Once she was lifted high enough in the sky, her neck bent and she gave the girl a simple toss, adorning the punk's body around her neck like a boa of questionable fashion.

Grunting, she turned to Red. "Well, c'mon then, Red. If ya want credit for this, ya need to be taggin' along now."

One foot moved forward, it soon becoming abundantly clear that wearing heels while carrying a significant load was not a workable equation. Shoes were kicked off, stockinged feet now making their way down the sidewalk as Lieutenant Tourmaline's limp hand decided to fall forward, lightly smacking against Duhr's curls and cheek as they walked.