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The rooftop of the warehouse - where so many a Negaverse agent tended to spend their time - was where Remus stood now, poised at the edge of the parapet, staring down at the bustling city below. It was nearing midnight, and it was freezing as all getup, but at least the multi-layered uniform he wore kept him relatively warm, even in the sleety, snowy mix currently falling from the skies.

He could sense a power signature somewhere nearby, hence why he was on the rooftop in the first place. There was something tarnished and blackened about it; definitely not an Order side signature, from what Remus could tell. But not quite as powerful as his own - not that his own was even powerful at all.

Still. He was trying to see if he could lure whoever it was out of hiding.

It was coming nearer, the signature. Remus made an impatient gesture with his hands, rocking back on the heels of his shoes, wondering who it would be this time. The lieutenant that emerged was unfamiliar, however, and Remus let out a low whistle, grinning widely.

"That's right," he said airily. "Sailor Remus, at your service - Walk the Moon!"

He shot his hands out without hesitating for a second, the magic bursting towards the man.

"I don't prefer to stand around talking when I could just kick your a**," Remus said, with an airy shrug, as he strolled closer to the agent. "Not when I could just, y'know, get right to it. And I decided that, well, why not? I could just go straight for the balls. Or lack thereof," he added, grinning widely.

He did, at least, have the advantage of his own power being a little stronger, at least judging by their power signature. As the man advanced towards him, Remus lunged forward, swinging his fist.

"That's my name, Sailor Interesting."

He made a sound in the back of his throat, a derisive snort as his fist connected.

"That's funny," said Remus, "I would have said the same thing to you guys, except I would have stopped at the 'you should learn to think' part, because most of you asshats - let's face it - don't know how to put two and two together to get four. Or deduce that the letter after 'A' is 'B.' But, you know."

His tendency towards mocking his opponent and general sarcasm had already gotten Remus in trouble with the infamous, very dangerous - and also very dead - General Queen Apatite. It would likely get him into trouble with a great deal more people, but he couldn't quite help it, even after all this time. It was simply who he was.

The punch hit him straight in the gut, and Remus doubled over, gasping with pain. It was less strong than it would have been, had the magic not been slowing him down, but it still hurt like hell, and Remus staggered back a few steps, wheezing.

"Ow. That hurt, you ********> he managed to get out, and then kicked out, viciously hard, his foot aiming for the man's ankle.

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His stomach was throbbing; that damned hit had hurt more than he'd thought it would have, though Remus was not about to show that to someone who was taking pleasure in beating him up. He straightened as best as he could, ignoring the thought of rapidly forming bruises, and made a face.

"What would you rather do? Play cards? Jump rope? Maybe sit around a fire and talk about feelings?" Remus crowed, leaping back as the man stumbled. He'd missed the kick, but it meant that the other was at least down on the ground, and Remus darted forward, fully intent on driving his knee into the lieutenant's smarmy face.

"Oh, I'm the very definition of feisty."

"Cards are boring," said Remus simply. "Too much sneaking about. I'd rather just show my hand right off the bat."

He didn't quite manage to make the entirety of his swing, but at least he knocked him back somewhat. Remus found himself twisted sideways, the pair of them swinging violently to the side and then down, crashing back in a tangle of flailing limbs, since Remus was just kicking without hesitation now.

"People have tried," he said through gritted teeth, and rolled sharply, trying to free himself from the mess and get back onto his feet. "Doesn't stick."

Neither Senshi nor Lieutenant had noticed her approach, too distracted with scrapping against one another to pick up on the presence of another powered individual encroaching on their territory. She had continued to watch them for a bit, making note of the way the silver haired Lieutenant moved as well as studying the Senshi who had gotten away from her only nights ago.

She could let them continue on, of course. It was good for Lieutenant Uvaorite to get the practice in, just as it was good for the Senshi-- Remus, she had learned his name was-- to know that there were others that he should watch out for. Aue had said that he was not terrible, insisting that he had potential, and that was why she stepped in.

"Alright, I think that is more than enough for one night."

Captain Tourmaline hopped down from her perch, springing over to where the Lieutenant had pinned the Senshi. Her hand rested on his shoulder for a moment, flashing him a grin. "I hope you don't mind if I cut in, Uvaorite-- You have done a wonderful job knocking this pesky little brat around, but Super against Lieutenant just really isn't fair and it doesn't look like he's playing nice."

She pulled the Lieutenant back away from the senshi to make sure that when she teleported she was only taking the two of them, not wanting to risk bringing the senshi along for the ride when she was trying to put space between them. Tourmaline did not go far, only a few yards away, wanting to make sure that she had the energy to teleport them further, be it hospital or home, if she needed to after the senshi was gone.

He recognized Tourmaline's voice the moment he heard it and almost, almost, told her to keep things to herself. He had managed to pin the Senshi to the ground and odds were if he could have kept him there he'd have been fine.

Almost.

Her teleporting them a bit away from the Senshi was for the best. He was not in the proper shape to actually deal with the younger man and he would have most likely gotten himself seriously hurt if he'd kept at things. His shoulder was still throbbing which probably meant a date with some painkillers and an ice pack.

"Tourmaline, how very nice to see you."