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Logos functioned exceptionally well when she had a mission in mind. Tonight, it was to collect energy to disperse into Mirrorspace as per Lesath's instructions. Easy enough. Every night she would go out to drain a civilian or two, knowing that each night would bring her more practice and more energy towards her personal quota. Logos had no way of measuring how much energy she had taken, but five successes per week was the absolute minimum she allowed herself.

Tonight's target was a filthy older man, gruff around the edges, reeking of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Logos had found him taking a smoke break outside of a bar on the seedier end of town, and found she'd had the urge to best him in a fistfight before summoning her mirrrorwraith to do the rest of the job. Something about having more power than the average human was intoxicating to Logos, and she sought to test the limits of her strength whenever she could.

A quick punch to the gut bent him over in surprise, and an elbow to the meat beneath his shoulder put him on the ground. Logos kept to the shadows, out from beneath the gaze of the fluorescent light above the back door to the bar. From her mirror shard sprung the wispy, ghostlike creature, already draining energy to bring back to her superiors.

Logos could feel this one coming, this one of the White Moon. They were in stark contrast with the Court she was familiar with - squeaky clean, clinical, sterile. She'd been taught how to sense other people coming, but still found the practice to be strange and alien. Magic, she thought, was still a fantastical system she was learning to navigate. Mirrorwalking was a thrilling power to have, as was energy gathering. But her favorite thing about being a part of the Dark Mirror Court?

The physical power/

As her father taught her starting at the age of nine, Logos knew how to defend herself from human attackers. Minchir's fist grazed her shoulder and chest as the Dark Mirror took a step back, allowing the White Moon Senshi to trip over the prone body laying on the ground. She no longer cared for what happened to the man - he attacked her, after all - and she'd gathered the energy in the wraith. Everything after that is what she would consider training.

Power was seductive. If this White Moon sterile thing was presenting himself as a punching bag, well... Logos wasn't about to refuse. She would give chase if Minchir tried to leave, and if he was going to throw punches? She was trained. She would punch back, and did so with extreme prejudice.

Logos wasn't prepared for the incredible blinding light that erupted from Minchir's hands. She'd had few experiences with the White Moon, but knew they were senshi, just as she was, and thus had magical abilities as she did. Determining what those abilities were was something else entirely. For a brief moment, while her eyes were blinded and she'd unconsciously covered her face with her forearm, Logos wished she'd had the ability to scan targets before assaulting them to prevent something like this from happening again...

Too little, too late.

With a hiss, the Dark Mirror Senshi took a few steps back from Minchir, knowing she couldn't possibly continue to punch him without being able to see. Just a few seconds more and she squinted over the edge of her forearm, colors and spots dancing in her vision. Damn, he's blinded me! Left with few options and determined to return to Mirrorspace with something to show for her efforts, Logos did the thing she could think of to keep Minchir at a distance.

With a click of her heels and a blind spin in place, Logos called up her magic. "Logos Spinning Helix!"

This wasn’t going according to plan.

In a hand-to-hand fistfight, Logos would undoubtedly have the upper hand, having years of self-defense training under her belt from her father. She went into this fight having the utmost confidence in her abilities as a combatant, but forgot one crucial thing - White Moon Senshi possessed magic all on their own. And Minchir’s? It rendered her temporarily blinded. One couldn’t punch something one couldn’t very well see. The Dark Mirror had tried keeping her distance from Minchir once he’d made her acutely aware of his present position.

The noise the senshi had made from falling into the debris and dumpster along the side of the bar was too much to ignore. Soon, someone from the bar would surely come outside to see what the ruckus was all about, and perhaps even call the police. Logos had managed to gather some energy from the prone man on the ground, which was better than nothing at all. She wouldn’t return to Mirrorspace empty handed. Continuing to step back and having the wraith dismissed as soon and Minchir had arrived to disrupt her work, Logos had two options - continue to fight and risk being blinded again (or worse) with the possibility of civilian and law enforcement intervention… or retreat.

She chose the second option.

Considering it a draw as far as she was concerned, the Dark Mirror Senshi took to the plan swiftly - retreating to the rooftops as soon as her vision cleared enough for her to do so. Whether Minchir was left behind to be arrested was none of her concern. Let him fend for himself. Besides, it wouldn’t have come to this had he sensibly left her to her own devices. Silly White Moon.