The senshi of the night was all sorts of out of it. He'd been fighting the good fight to try and help curb violence and get rid of youma but it was like stopping a blood gushing would with a band-aid brand band-aid. It was a good try buddy but it wasn't going to be doing anything particularly useful.
Running around he hardly bothered checking for that strange feeling at the back of his neck, the one that told of danger via some form of Chaos. Youma were noisy. Negaverse agents jingled or jangled or made a click click click on pavement. The man who called himself Alphard didn't pay attention.
Rounding a corner he paused to pull out some gum. He thought he was safe. Assumed it. Assumptions were dangerous things to make, yet there he was, ignorant as ever.
Just as the night sky was void of stars, Alphard's thoughts were void of how close he was to the enemy.
DaisyMilk
feel free to get the drop on him
