Hot-headed senshi were kind of almost a stereotype at this point, Adonis felt like. It really put him out. He knew what to expect from them, therefore they were really boring and not worth a lot of his time. It seemed not even one of their own faction could help with that. Ah, well.
Aw, the other wouldn't play his guessing game. Oh well.
Then youma were mentioned and the corrupted's nose wrinkled in distaste. "Youma," he sneered, rolling his eyes. "There's ....a youma one of the other corrupts ....I don't think owns is the proper word. The youma thinks of her as it's
pet human or something.." His whole body was engaged in showing his distaste. It was a very visceral reaction. Just saying youma made his gut sink and his nose fill with a foul smelling odor that the youma seemed to have around them. It made no sense why that smell stayed with him, but there it was.
That was also probably too much information to tell the enemy, but Pavi wasn't here to feed him information right now.
"So. Legs stretched, scenery unchanging as ever... Tell me, little senshi, how long have you been at war?"
Grymoire
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