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Harvesting energy in Destiny City was a bit of a grab-bag: some nights there weren't many Order signatures making his teeth ache...and other nights he ended up right on top of several. Even so, Keyite was determined to be of use to his General and his Queen, so he made every effort to surpass his quotas as often as possible and to present himself as a dedicated, worthy agent of the Negaverse.

Perhaps they will find issue elsewhere and not target me. Feeling the noted aura coming closer, Keyite sighed and pushed his glasses up; his other hand squarely resting over a rather large woman's breast bone for ease in energy draining. Likely it would show poorly if he were caught draining the woman, so he cut his session short, gave her twenty bucks, and sent her along her wobbly way so that he might wait the 'Hero' alone.

Really, it was a pity he hadn't brought his compound bow...but he did have a steel-core cane brought along purely for the purpose of decoration. It would do well enough in place of his utterly useless 'weapon' to help defend against the Order character. His glasses remained, though he would likely put them into sub-space if he had to resort to fisticuffs.

Keyite would have taken great offense to the idea that he'd harmed the woman in any lasting manner - she'd be just fine with a bag of Skittles and a good night worth of rest. But of course those White Moon sympathizers wouldn't see it that way.

His would-be hero was dressed in loud colours and clacked when he walked, "Depends on what you're doing." Keyite flashed sharp teeth in the low light, fingers curling tightly around the handle of his cane. "She was wholly willing, thus no alarm raised. But don't worry your pretty little head about such things. I know they're far beyond a senshi."

"You'd be positively amazed what people will do now-a-days for twenty bucks." Keyite gave his opponent and once over and arched a single brow pointedly, "Or perhaps you'd know better than I. Who's to judge?" Not that it mattered, really, Keyite had the feeling that this particular senshi wasn't in the mood for conversation or leniency.

"Nor mine, pretender. If you'd like to hurry this scuffle up, I'd appreciate it. I have a quota to reach...unless you'd be so kind as to offer yourself? No? Thought not." The lieutenant spun the cane expertly and took a fencing pose, "I am Keyite, Officer of the Negaverse. Shall we?"

"Why? The economy is poor, I can afford to do this. Everyone wins." Really though, he didn't expect that anything that was said would make it through to the senshi. It was quite clear where they stood on the morality of things and nary the twain would meet.

"Senshi are all the same, so annoyingly bullheaded..."

Keyite smiled and lunged forward, feinting to one side and swinging his steel reinforced cane at Arsinoe's legs; if he could knock the senshi down, that would be so much better - he could get the upper hand and bash the lantern-bugger's head in. If.

Shame? Why on Earth would he be ashamed of doing what his General, Queen, and Masters wanted of him? Senshi really were idiotic to the point of unbearable. "Don't be so stuffy."

Although he missed his attack, Keyite prepared to go again, only the stupid senshi cast his godrotting magic and that left him scrambling unceremoniously out of the way of the firey orbs sent his way. The lieutenant was lucky enough to dodge three of the five fireballs, but two singed his jacket and the damaging flames had to be slapped out. And one of the fireballs hit him badly enough that he would need to seek medical attention if he didn't want to deal with the pain of a nasty burn on his now bare and reddened right arm.

Keyite swore roundly in French, then swung back around to press his attack - Arsinoe had put space between them in his dodging and casting, but the officer wasn't slow. He crossed into the senshi's space and brought the cane up to strike at the man's head, neck, and shoulders. "So I'll go for your head instead!"

"Doesn't feel good to be on the receiving end, does it?"

He smirked as the cane made contact, pleased with the success of his attack. His triumph only lasted a few moments, however, as searing pain reminded him of his own injury, paired with the kick of the wayward, lashing leg. Blast. Leave it to the stuffy heathens to leave a mark that would need attending. But at least he could take his leave, now that he'd left a mark of his own for his opponent to remember him by. With any luck, the spot would remain sore for at least a day or two. Good - and good riddance.

"Let that be a lesson to you," He kept his injured arm by his side, attempting to remain casual as he turned away to take his exit. It wouldn't do good to let the senshi know he was hurting - he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "Next time, I won't go so easy on you."