Not Finished but taken from G docs 83

This was not how he pictured his day going.

Aaru was all set for going out on “patrol” to have a smoke and just chill overall when all of a sudden, some crazy Pocahontas looking chick decided to show up. He was going to make nice nice until she started attacking him like he was some rabid animal that needed to be put down. Well, granted, he commented on her tits and how lovely they looked in her costume and she retaliated. That was natural, but damn she didn't like comments about her chest apparently, which most girls don't but.

Aaru was now leaping from rooftop to rooftop, trying to get away from the crazy chick with the hopes of living to see another day.

Moonstone most assuredly did not appreciate the red-headed Page’s commentary, nor his attitude. The studied application of her carved totem-bat to his head - which he narrowly avoided and instead took to one shoulder - seemed to disabuse him of the notion that she was willing to discuss anything with him.

“Get back here, you slippery little b*****d.” She hissed, teleporting ahead of him and swinging her weapon once more, aiming for a solid body blow in the hopes that breaking a rib or two would make her irritation known. The captain briefly thought about calling Wasgo to her, but the youma had been happily curled up with Aurostibite’s youma, Behellagh, when she’d last seen it and she didn’t quite feel like separating her beloved pet from the object of it’s affection.

Aaru was not going to have a good day. He would learn the hard way that if you messed with the Negaverse, it messed with you back.

b*****d! God damn, what did he deserve to get that name? “Uh just so you know crazy tits, I have both parents thank ********!” That ******** totem, stripper pole, whatever it was landed and landed hard. Aaru stumbled back, falling to one knee while he cradled his side, wheezing. This wasn't very good now was it? He took deep breaths for a hot second before standing up with a glare, spitting out blood at her feet. “Listen here you crazy b***h…” The page took his best stance given his new injury to his side and charged forward, aiming a brutal kick for her side.

He tried to run away, he tried to just shrug things off, but since this woman wanted to play hard...Aaru would play twice as hard.

”Wrong answer!” She hissed, spinning her weapon in a manner that suggested she did it not to impress him, but rather because it felt nice and was sort of a pre-emptive victory celebration...kind of like the start of a Super Bowl end-zone victory dance...only more dangerous.

Aaru calling her a crazy b***h only served to make the dark-haired Captain’s grin go wider, almost as though she relished the appellation (she didn’t, incidentally, but whenever an Order person resorted to base names like “b***h” it usually meant she was getting under their skin.

And she wanted that. An angry opponent was a sloppy one. Both Cinnabar and Schörl had said this, on numerous occasions, and Moonstone had thus far found it to be true; especially as most of the Order had absolutely no idea how to fight. At all. This one launched a kick that had really good form, so the Captain braced herself and didn’t step away though she did deflect.

His kick did not meet her side, as the Page had wanted, but instead the blunt edges of her totem-carved and magically-enhanced weapon with a heavy thwock! that sent the woman skidding back a bit, the feral expression on her face unchanged. “The puppy can kick. Good.” Her hand and arms felt almost numb from the way the wood in her hands had vibrated from the force of his kick, but she did not release her hold. She had learned too well that to lose her weapon was a failure on her part as an officer, no matter how much she might have wanted to shake out the tingling sensation.

Instead, she used one hand to make a “come on” motion, taunting Aaru. .”Again.”

Apparently, Moonstone has never encountered Aaru before.

While he was considered “order”, him calling her a b***h was only the beginning. He never thought of himself as someone that would simply hold his tongue just because he had some sort of good standing to hold or whatever. The page retreated back and took his stance, waiting to see what the agent was going to do next. His side was killing him and his shoulder was probably bruised as ********, but he wasn’t about to back down. He’d done that one too many times in the past [every time he encountered Witherite was a sore spot for him], and he wasn't up for being charitable with his energy [ Ceraskia ].

So when the b***h decided she wanted to taunt him, Aaru remained where he was, glaring with a feral growl emitting from between his clenched teeth. The heffa wanted to bait him then she would have to work for it. If there was anything his instructor taught him, it's to pick and choose when to charge and when to remain stoic. His opponent was a strong one, so that meant he would have to just wait her out. Maybe she would get bored and leave him the ******** alone before he had to get his candle out.

He really didn't want to ruin that pretty face with hot wax.

When the Page didn’t respond to her taunting the way she’d wanted, Moonstone changed tactics and decided to return to her tried and true method of just bashing the s**t out of her opponent.

Not that she expected the redhead to acquiesce to her demands, oh no. The captain figured that she would be seeing more of the Page’s fighting skills up close and personal and that was fine with her. He was in some sort of defensive stance, waiting to see what she’d do. Smart, finally. So the puppy has some skill in fighting after all. “Waiting only works if your opponent only comes from one direction.”

Happy or not, Wasgo was needed to help teach this brat some manners. Moonstone summoned her personal youma, smiling as it appeared behind Aaru with a deep growl, the ground trembling under it’s weight. At a short, sharp word in another language, the beast charged Aaru at the same time as Moonstone, the captain laughing as she and her beast moved to take the Page down in a pincer attack.

Aaru heard what the captain said and frowned for a second...Then he heard a growl coming from behind him, which he tried to duck and roll out of the way, but the way he rolled was a little off since he was trying to avoid rolling on the side that was damaged, his leg stuck up just enough to where the pincer attack managed to get one of his legs, causing the Page to scream out in pain at the contact.

He really didn't understand why his night had to take a turn for the worse.

He just got engaged a couple of days ago, his mom finally came to grab his sister for a month, and Ryan finished moving in all of his furniture and equipment. Aaru was pissed, but also trying so hard to see past the stars in his his eyes from the amount of pain he was in. “******** s**t!! DAMN IT! ********!!!” He was finally feeling like he could be a responsible adult, moving on with life and now he was going to die. Ryan would be a widower before he even got married.

This sucked so much a**.

Moonstone smiled, broad and satisfied as she and her beloved youma managed to temporarily cripple the Page; she hadn’t heard the satisfying crack of a cleanly fractured tibia or fibula, but there had been a gratifying crunch. Hairline, maybe. Nothing life-threatening...but that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?

As sharp whistle and gesture set the Youma to oh-so-delicately biting down on Aaru’s shoulder to hold him in place; the beast’s teeth firm to flesh and fabric, but pressing nowhere near hard enough to break the skin. Wasgo’s mistress didn’t want the Page dead, no...she wanted to have the joy of watching the light fade out of his eyes herself as she removed his starseed.

The curvy Captain moved in, weapon dismissed and head cocked much as a hunting cat or raptor might eye it’s prey; indeed Moonstone resembled nothing so much as an animalian predator with her piercing, intent gaze and the slow, fluid way she drew close to the Page. “If you resist, Wasgo will bite your head from your body.” Did she sound amused? Yes. Yes she did.

It was the noise, more than the auras, that initially drew the Eternal of Silence towards Moonstone’s killing ground. Not that a Page versus a Captain was really a fair fight, but he wasn’t overly worried until he felt the youma join in -- not a run-of-the-mill one either, no...it had the feel of an Officer attached to it. Personal monster...like a rabid pet, only less cute.

Aaru’s pained swearing spurred the golden-haired senshi into the fray without a thought as to just how he would manage to take on both Moonstone - whom he knew to be vicious and likely insane - as well as the monstrous youma that held Aaru so carefully in it’s maw. Gotta knock ‘em back, first!

“Soundless Tranquil Ocean!’ Aegir called out his attack even as he closed in, a heavy wash of golden light, cresting like a wave, sweeping across the battlefield; the magic hit Moonstone and her pet hard, staggering the Captain before binding her up so that she could only thrash uselessly in her bonds, unable to make a sound. Wasgo had it worse, being inherently magical energy; the youma’s great body creaked like a ship battered in a typhoon, sliding back several feet before it had to release the Page, only to slide further before crashing into a large tree with a soundless yelp. It too was wrapped in golden rope-like chains, but that was unnecessary as the beast had been concussed and would disappear shortly due to having fainted.

That left the Captain - Moonstone. “Your sharp tongue will wound no more, I’m Sailor Aegir and you’re about to be silenced!” Bodily putting himself between the bound woman and Aaru, Aegir turned to the Page, “We need to get you out of here before she escapes my magic.” There was blood, and the red-head was ashen with pain, but there wasn’t much he could do about that, now was there? Behind him, Moonstone’s expression was stricken - Wasgo!! - but she was trapped by that b*****d with the curly hair and ridiculous costume, how long would the magic last? While the captain was trying to calm herself enough to figure out when she would be free to take her revenge - or go run after her youma, as it were - Aegir was going to make use of that time as best he could.

“This is going hurt, but I’ve got to carry you. Try to bear it.” Kneeling carefully, Aegir scooped up the taller man in a princess (or wedding, if you like) style carry, hefting him only once when he had straightened to be certain that Aaru wouldn’t be dropped accidentally. “Light as a feather.”

“A big feather.” With a quick glance to check on the Captain’s progress (minimal, but he had 45 seconds and half was already up), he set to running as quickly as he could with the weight of the redhead in his arms. Gotta get away from her, she’s no one to screw with and he can’t really help like this. Booted heels clicked and thumped a rapid staccato over grass, cement, gravel, and slate; the sound only broken when the eternal lept atop a building, billboard, or other lofty structure. It was hard going, but by the time he knew his magic would have released Moonstone, he could no longer feel her aura, so either she’d gone to see after her pet...or she just wasn’t coming and had found someone else to harass.

Miles from the battleground, Aegir finally stopped to rest on the rooftop of a four-story apartment building; Aaru was settled down against a ‘roof-access’ door and the blond flopped down next to him, pressing his left hand hard against his right side. Hurts, but I don’t think I pulled anything...will it ever stop aching? Is this something I need to just keep in mind and push past? When he caught his breath a bit, he looked over at Aaru. “Hey. I don’t think she’s coming for us. So...You might want to think about a hospital…”