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It was a nice, if somewhat cold, night, and Scylla was inhaling, trying to center her emotions. Yesterday had been difficult, and her mind and thoughts were scattered ashes. She'd hoped that maybe she would be able to find a familiar (or at least a friendly) face, someone she could talk to and try to repress her condition for another year. But so far, there had been no sign of anything good. One really teeny youma that didn't even require effort, a few civilians who'd been quite embarrassed to have been caught making out...

Ah. And there it was- the oily, jagged-edged feel of a General. Not how she'd wanted to spend her night. Scylla had never been faced with a general on her own (she'd had a court, a patrol partner, something), but she knew the theoretical basics- teleport in, rip out starseeds, prance back off like nothing had happened. Don't try to hand-to-hand them, pray that she didn't have to pull out her attack on them, or just run. Still, maybe she could take advantage of the fact she was tiny, if he turned out to be violent. No one as short as Scylla could be a threat, right?

Prancing off might have been what she'd do, shortness be damned, if a voice hadn't called out to her in greeting. Good evening. "Pleasant enough," she called back. "I'd hate for it to get ruined. I have plans for tomorrow." Peeking her head around the corner, she waved to the General, taking in the tragically young appearance. Her other hand curled around the Ashen Lilac Crystal hanging at her wrist, lips pursing in consideration. The crystal had a range of 10 feet before she could Spot them.

"I do hope you're one of those talk-first-stab-later kind of Generals. It makes for a much better evening all around, honestly, and I hate getting stabbed."

The General began to walk in her direction, and Scylla jumped up onto the barrier between them, to get a better view of the overall field- not at all to prepare to avoid him. He was innocuous, and she might feel bad about her caution later, but one didn't get where they were on his side of the fight by being incompetent. "I was just out for a walk," she told him with a chipper note to her voice. "I don't pick fights, General, I just defend myself if attacked, and the only agent I've ever killed left me no choice. My only issue is with the youma that attack regular civilians. Most of you seem to be leaving people alive these days, and that's enough for me."

He seemed particularly interested in her escape plans, or her personal life. "I don't live around here," she said with a smile, "But that is what cars tend to be for." she didn't confirm if it was nearby- it wasn't close enough, that was for sure- or if she had someone coming to pick her up. "Don't worry, I've no reason to be here in my civilian life, and I rarely come here as a senshi. I much prefer warmer parts of town." Her violet eyes considered him. "And what brings you out this way? You seem very comfortable- do you come here often?"

She tilted her head inquisitively, long black curls falling over one shoulder, trying to keep her face neutral and harmless. It was like dealing with a snake, she imagined, or a potentially violent stray dog. Could work out well. Prepare yourself, however, to get bitten.

'Jet' flashed her a smile, and habit had her give him one in return, the bright, vacant smile of a debutante, that didn't reach her eyes. "You killed for your rank," she said simply, "And I survived for mine. It would be foolish of me to mistake you for anything other than dangerous just because you have a face that belies your rank." Honesty was the weapon she would prefer to use tonight, not her magic. "Though I can call you Jet if you'd prefer."

She shifted her weight, grateful, at least, that she hadn't slid into sloth while she was away playing model. She was still in good enough shape to book it to someplace with a bit more cover; even with his teleportation abilities she could probably remain agile enough to get to someplace she could de-power and slide into the late night streets.

"Scylla," she told him after a moment. "Let me be plain with you, Jet, I'd be quite content to just wander off and pretend we didn't see each other tonight. You're not killing anybody, and everyone needs a little exercise; so frankly, I'm thinking it is a good idea for me to head off that way." she thumbed in one direction- the opposite direction of her car. His hand twitched, and her eyes left his shifting face, attention turning to his side for one moment.

The blink was all it took- he vanished, and Scylla shifted. It was that shift that saved her life. He could go anywhere, yes, but he surely couldn't teleport into thin air. And hopefully he wouldn't want to. Her shift wasn't a leap, it was a skip to the side, assuming he would try and get her from behind. She was wrong- it was the side, and the blade he was swinging cut through the outside of her fuku, barely scraping the skin of her side.

It was enough to knock her off balance, as the magic began to petrify her side. s**t. She ******** hated Generals.

"Black Spot!" she snapped, choosing to summon her Crystal's power first. She would have to avoid him again to get her attack off, or accept the risk that came with another hit, but the power of the Crystal would help her in sensing his movements should he teleport again to try and distract her. If it cut off, she knew to run, fast and far, because he could return with reinforcements. Scylla jumped back, cursing the heaviness that the petrification was causing- it would, potentially, slow her, and she couldn't go hand to hand with him.

He had reach on her, certainly, until she could get out her own... weapons. "You shouldn't have woken the sleeping monster, General Jet."

The fact that he took a moment to stare at her, and then pat himself down was all the reprieve she needed. She shifted from her landing position, grounding herself, and listened to him spit pathetic rather apathetically, instead taking that moment to reach into the power tingling under her skin. Did anyone else, she wondered, ever feel like their power was alive? For hers did, the magic shifting under her skin in motionless hunger, and now it pulsed to her fingers, down to her toes.

He lifted his weapon, teleported again, and this time, she was ready. She moved backwards, and when the General reappeared, the senshi of the Kraken was ready, her attack on the tip of her tongue. "Scylla's Hunger!" she cried, and the magic unfurled, limbs reaching from the ground between her and the General, grasping at and seeking their prey.

Hold, she thought frantically, trying to remember how to control it. Every time it was like trying to remember how to ride a bike, and it had been so long since she'd had to attack someone, it was like there truly was a hunger. I need to outlast him. She didn't know how long his ability would keep her weighed down. Outlast him. Two arms should be more than enough.

They swung at him, seeking, like grasping hands, with sucker-teeth.

Scylla watched him struggle, taking a moment to center herself and focus, pressing a hand to the strangely-petrified cut at her side. Had he cut flesh? She couldn't tell, both because she couldn't feel anything past the stone of her cut fuku, and because it was so damn cold out she could hardly feel her fingers.

"I warned you, Jet." Scylla breathed out, trying to decide her next move. She didn't know how long this handicap on her side would last, if he would teleport out, if his panic would override his logic. "I told you I didn't want to fight. Don't make me hurt you." She should run, while he was still trying to fight off the tentacles. She could create more, if he tried to chase, and unless he tried to teleport outside of their area, they would continue to try and latch back on until he fled.

Seeing him on the ground, squirming, flailing at her- ah! His weapon struck one of the tentacles near the base, petrifying the root into the ground, her wrist burning briefly. "Stop struggling," she told him, "We can both walk away from this." Struggling as he was, it would have been easy to press the offensive. Her Court would be ashamed of her. How far Scylla had fallen from the fearless drive that had made her a valuable member of the team.

She just had to hold him until the petrification wore off. Then she would be free to move fast, and she could leave him to the mercy of her limbs.

Well. That was unfortunate. The General didn't seem to want to consider calling it a draw and walking away, so Scylla would have to be the one to do it. It both relieved her, and went against her nature. Some corner of her mind reveled in the fight, her blood rushing as her power channeled through her. It was a side she pushed at, shoving away, but it pulsed harder against her pulse, a need.

Scylla is a weapon, born to suffer so others wouldn't have to.
We all have a star in our heart... and two curled fists to keep it RIGHT ******** there.
Scylla doesn't get the luxury of weakness.
You are a fighting senshi...a highly effective face-breaking machine
Evil doesn't need to have its head chopped off- but it helps.
What are you? You are mad as hell, and you aren’t gonna take it anymore!

You'll pay for that. No; that would be him. The General swung, teleporting again- foolish of him, he should have saved the energy for that undefined moment when they would be at an impasse- and she spun in towards the place that he had vacated, into the security of her Kraken's grasping arms, and as he appeared at the place he had thought to strike, he was greeted by still more of the Kraken's limbs, intent on fulfilling the rage that was bubbling in her breast, the magic responding as it always did, an eager puppy to Scylla's increasing fury.

Andromache's mother had said 'It is the many arms of the Great One that keep us safe' hadn't she? Jada could remember it, she'd remembered it long ago. If Jet was going to continue to attack her, then her safety would be bought at the price of his fear. She held back- she had to hold back, even still; but she pressed the intent to harm, to hurt, to hurl, to tear. She had a minute, maybe, with what she had now, but a lot of hurt could be dished out in one minute. Hurt was certainly the intent, as six of the limbs descended on the General like a cage, hungry maws seeking to tear.

She'd sent other (dubiously better, definitely scarier-looking) Generals flying; she'd do the same or worse to him- if she had to. Hopefully, if he broke free, he'd run; if not, she'd do what she had to. "Never. Attack. Me. Again."