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Another night, another patrol. It wasn't a particularly nice night - it was chillier than Minchir would have liked, and it would definitely be a frosty morning the next day. It made those out walking more scarce than most nights. In some ways, it was a blessing. Scarves and sweaters made it easy to see who was standing out and small crowds meant less people to hide in. But it also worked in reverse. Minchir had taken to rooftops - the ever faithful rooftops where it seemed he'd found anybody and everybody.

If he was up here, so was anybody else.

A precursory glance, he didn't see anybody, but like on any night he could feel it - someone, somewhere. If it had been a calmer night, he wouldn't have been out at all. But no, somebody had to love that it was cold out and wanted to cause mischief so he had to be out and about too. Boo. Boo he said. "Maybe someone else will be out patrolling and then I can go home..." was it too much to hope for?

He kind of wished Alphard was there. He was so practically dressed he could have just draped the man's cape (if it could have been called a cape) over his shoulders and whined until he got to leech body heat off of him.

Warm feelings would not keep Minchir warm, however, and it was an unfortunate turn of events that would mark the sighting of the black-dressed senshi. On the one hand, he could have decided to just...ignore it and go home. But there was a part of him that reminded himself that he had a code and unfortunately, he had to stick to it.

The activity would warm him up, at least.

While most senshi seemed to at least call people out before they struck, Minchir wasn't half as nice about it. He just charged - ready or not!

Unfortunately, Minchir was practically made of exposed skin, with bare arms and bare legs. The arms were very much an easier target and would be easily found by Citrine's seeking hands, causing him to hiss and pull away as his flesh began to redden as if wounds he hadn't known about suddenly were irritated.

"Light of Day." he'd barely finished the words before he closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, pulling them apart as light began to spill from between them. How many times had he played blindfolded Marco-Polo to perfect his ability to maneuver while using this?

Too many.

It still left him swinging somewhat blindly as his fists sought out another fleshy spot to make impact. At least there was no distracting small talk.

Minchir, at times, was a very bad representative of what the White Moon should have been. Especially in Destiny City where they were already considered to be terrorists. He finished mouthing off his count down - 23....24....25...... - and then opened his eyes as the light faded as though it hadn't just likely blinded anybody staring into it temporarily.

Dazed and on the ground was a bad place to be, but it was a favored position in this instance for his purposes. Still without a word, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and attempted to get her on her back, moving to sit on her to keep her exactly where he'd want her.

Probably extremely kinky if he wasn't planning to bludgeoning her face in with his fists.

I'm sending you there first Minchir thought to himself, hissing as flesh around his wrist found a new home under her nails, blood seeping weakly through the scratches but definitely leaving him with a certain ounce of pain for his efforts. Good thing she didn't have any actual limes to dig into those wounds.

Probably would have felt the same as that burning attack that still left his flesh aching.

At least the tussle of both senshi trying to throw the other down was somewhat successful, both hitting the ground with a thud (and a sudden reminder that the ground was cold. Brr!). He took in that sudden surge of cold and moved to put a hand around her neck, removing the other from the copious amounts of hair that had been ever so helpful for grabby grabby.

The inner thigh was pretty spot on for a pointed kick, the Senshi of Day hissing with pain as her leg connected solidly with the sensitive patch of fat and bone.
That was going to be a definite bruise, and probably some funny walking for a while.

But it was her hands that did the really strange thing. Minchir jolted with surprise. He'd never actually let something or someone be close enough to......wait, what was this senshi doing? He sputtered, leaning out of his choke hold. She had a hold of...

of...

Hey that was his.

The switch between 'Murder' and 'STOP THAT' was near immediate as his hands now settled around her arm, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of the underside of her arm where the tendons connected in the wrist. Whatever she'd grabbed, he wanted her to let go.

Minchir briefly considered how much force it would take to break her arm and if he was capable of doing that. Given his mostly flimsy arms, it was very unlikely and she'd be able to yank whatever it was she had a hold of out quicker than he'd snap anything.

Damn.

Making a deal was a shitty way to go about this, but the alternative was that he was going to <******** die or something worse if he didn't accept her terms. He snarled under his breath as he cautiously removed his hands from her arm and moved to stand - slowly. Only once he was sure she'd relinquished whatever it was she'd had a hold on did he jump back, scowling.

He should have had the upper hand in that, but instead now he was several feet away from her, keeping his hands where she could see them.

It was too cold to linger long anyways.

Once she was out of sight, Minchir hissed, rubbing a hand on his chest, before turning to take his leave in the opposite direction.

That could have been worse, but he was definitely upset it hadn't been better. But for now, he was going to go home to nurse his wounds and get out of the cold. That had been completely awful.

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