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For the newly awoken knight, the city was a maze in the darkness of night itself. Alleyways that twisted and turned into dead ends. Roads that lacked all light but what was reflected off of the skyline. It was strangely foreign to him, and in this dark and winding place that he felt safe in so long as their was daylight, Paris could feel the presence of someone who was not of order but of chaos that was nearby.

Armed with only his skull for a weapon, he figured that the best place to try and hide was in that same darkness that he knew so little of. The alley was only faintly lit by a single wall sconce ill built to last, rust having it near falling from the brick wall.

Still, behind a dumpster, Paris waited for the source of the energy to appear in a small effort to give himself an edge via a 'surprise' attack.

The can did in fact, hit the dumpster. But it also hit Paris, by the way of starting him so badly he jumped upwards, almost knocking his headpiece off. The started yelp and subsequent jump had him grabbing his headpiece that and spinning around to face what had caused the sound and sent him into a near panic attack.

Not that he had them often.
Just oh, once a week.
Usually on Sunday.
Thank goodness it was not Sunday.

Eyes wide as he saw the woman, the page shakily held out his skull. "Uh- Get- Get ready." A gulp of air he tried to gather his courage.
"To get rekt!"

He ran at her, figuring that maybe she'd get spooked and run away. Paris doubted, but hey, a guy could dream.

Paris was about as graceful as a rhino. As he ran forward he hadn't really been paying attention, sending him unfortunately right into the negaverse agent's knee.

WIth the pained cry of any young man even Paris was left to crumple. But not before shoving the skull right at The agent's face.

There was a high pitched whine that Paris emitted to the sky, as if begging for some form of salvation. Aside from the pain in his groin, he was on the ground being kicked.

This was the worst kind of night.

Curling briefly into a ball, he knew things were pretty bad so he figured that he should do what he could to just get away.
He grabbed at the woman's leg, and pulled.

He'd not suffer pain alone on the gross pavement of the alley. There was room in the trash for two.

His high pitched whine just continued as Paris made a pathetic attempt to get away and make his escape. A he managed to stand, hands still held protectively over his wounded pride and more tender parts, the page looked at the negaverse agents and managed to get out in an extremely high pitched voice.

"Uncalled for." His side was covered in muck, he smelled like sewage, and his reproductive organs were in pain.

Everything was against him, and he was blaming everyone for it.

In pain, holding his family jewels like the tender fragile things they were, Paris cried out as he was tackled back to the trash covered ground. Once more it hurt and worse, she was smelling just as bad as he did. Maybe worse. He just wanted to go home and take a shower.

Maybe 5 showers.

Yet first he had to get away from the crazy. So his solution? Grab the nearest thing and shove it in her face area.

Whatever he grabbed at first almost broke apart in his hands, but as he brought it up, he almost threw up.
Rotting food as a weapon. He wasn't even sure she deserved to get hit that badly.

Paris was not of a strong constitution.

So when he managed to shove rotting food into the poor woman's face and she began to retch, he only had time to scramble away before he too began to revisit his last meal.

However, he wasn't combatting taste, as the moment he was able he just looked for a way out- and started running, the scent of sewage trailing behind him.

Paris figured he'd need 3 showers, and one really intense therapy session because of this.