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It was cold and it was dark, and that was just how Titanite didn't like it. Humming, skipping from spot to spot on her patrol, looking for a couple suckers who were maybe humping in the flowerbeds in the depths of winter, Titanite continued her nightly crusade to be in the lower echelon of the Negaverse's skill set, and an absolute embarrassment- but not so embarrassing they shoved starseeds down her throat and turned her into a monster or something.

Shitty, but not completely shitty. It was a delicate balance, survival.

The sight of some kid- a senshi, it seemed- stomping over a garden in the middle of the night wouldn't normally bother Titanite. She'd probably wave, and walk on by. but it was a late night, and she was bored, and wasn't she supposed to harass the enemy when she had the chance? What better time to harass some poor smol child than sometime between the right and left asscheek of daylight?

She paused, watching the kid flail and kick for a moment, pondering how best to bother them. Kickboxing lesson reference? Offer to teach them how to punch? Ask if they were angry and needed a hug? But no, instead she wandered closer, making her attention obvious, but staying stubbornly silent, judgment clear across her face.

"I do not see any ladies here," Shahar drawled after a moment, her accented voice thick with humor. She spoke english well enough- it was her father's tongue, after all, but the irritation in this tiny American girl's voice made it hard for her to decipher a few details. "Woman would be more technically correct."

Her eyes lit. "A punk, kicking up dirt. Trying not to cry, child?" Shahar had spent her life digging in the dirt. Archaeology wasn't her passion, but it was a means to it. And it was in her blood.

Pursing her lips, she ventured, "Have you ever tried to actually learn to fight? Or do you gain enjoyment from being ineffective in your efforts to cause damage to the flowerbed? If you would like, I have some time. I can teach you how to maybe actively kick something. Maybe then you would get a few licks in when one of my peers tried to kill you, instead of wondering if maybe you should have been kinder to the flowerbed." After all, what had it ever done?

Or maybe she could just drain off a hunk of the senshi's energy. That would also work, depending.

No ladies. Just trash. Titanite nodded in agreement with the words, punctuating with a shrug. "I cannot really find an argument. All I see is crying trash around here."

Who hated pansies and daffodils? Clearly there was something wrong with the poor child, and Titanite could think of a few options to solve it. One such thing being sucking out her energy until she fell unconscious, which would both save the innocent flowerbed, and save Titanite.

Who hated Titanite?! The lieutenant jumped back to try and avoid as many of the orbs as she could, hissing as a few made impact, and her eyes were blinded by the unexpected light in the darkness. Blinking back spots, Titanite's face settled into a hard line. "Very rude. Now, let me show you how to punch." the kickboxer moved in, her long legs eating up the distance between them until she was close enough to throw something basic at the kid.

She was still blinded, so Titanite was fairly certain her attack would miss, but she could always get lucky. "Old?!" she snapped. "I'll comet crash you."

Her fist made contact, and the smaller form went flying. Shahar would have felt bad, if she could have seen the way the senshi impacted. As it was, even the sound made some part of her brain cringe. There was little she could have done to prevent that but pull her punch, and she couldn't see to have tried to do so.

By the time that she was able to see again, the senshi was vanishing into the darkness, and Titanite did not pursue.