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Okolnir had just dusted another youma in self defense, and was surprised when the Captain Stab-Himself didn't show up immediately after. No. Now that the youma was out of the way, he could sense another signature though. It wasn't moving, which was odd, but good. He really should be using this time to get away, before the signature decided to move and make him it's business...

He peered over the side of the roof top he was on, and had to do a double take. He almost thought that, down there in the alley with someone else, was Captain Stab-Himself. But no. While the signature level was the same, and the coloring of said figure was similar as well, there's no way he could mistake that form for a man's. Was she...?

Okolnir stared at the two down in the alley for a very long time.

Well. Alright then. He wasn't one to judge someone having themselves some fun like that---except that suddenly changed, as the other person seemed to go limp after some time. Okolnir heaved a sigh, and then threw himself over the building's edge to drop the few stories to the ground below. He landed and righted himself, before regarding the other.

"Not that I like to be the fun police, but I'm going to have to ask you to step away."

"It's perfectly legal to watch from any angle if you're going to make it a show out here." He smiled. "Not particularly. I'd rather have my face sucked off by an actual leech." She had an attitude for sure though, and he had to respect that. Even if he was cursing himself for stepping in to help. It was hard to ignore this when there was something you could do about it...like hopefully just scaring her off.

That being said, the page reached up to grab a nearby trash can, and hurled it at the woman.

It was a real shame for him that this one wasn't like the last Captain he fought. A real shame. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as the woman disappeared from sight, and he felt the tap on his shoulder. It was pure instinct that had him whirling to face her while simultaneously arching backwards, just out of her strike zone. Unfortunately, the action left him off balance, and he ended up back into another line of trash cans.

"Say---" The page started, reaching to yank a metal trash lid off a can and use it to hopefully deflect whatever was coming next. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a young man in a black and teal uniform who wields a knock off assassin's gauntlet, would you? He happens to stab himself with it?"

He heard and felt the thunk of her thrown weapon hitting his metal trash can lid shield. Yes. Good. That's what he had grabbed it for.

"A shame." He replied, and reached into the nearby can to grab a handful of trash (he didn't bother to look at what he grabbed). "Because you strike me was the older and more responsible sisterly type---not to mention much more dangerous." He hurled the trash at her, and then strafed around from his spot so that she couldn't pin him against the wall. He also kept a hold of his lid shield.

"And that's exactly what I'm worried about."

"Ma'am, let me assure you---" He raised his faux shield as another katar came his way, and heard the thunk. He was still moving, but hadn't anticipated the second one. It caught him on the side of the leg, slicing through the pants of his uniform and leaving a nice little gash. Okolnir silently grit his teeth, and then clucked his tongue. That was rather sloppy on his part, and clever on her's.

"I'm worried about everything having to do with you."

He didn't have many options, and this captain had all the advantages. Instead, he found another trash can, and picked up another handful of trash. He tossed it her way again, except this time he was following after him. He hoped she would be distracted by it, and allow him to barrel right into her with the faux shield.

He definitely wasn't looking to beat her at this point. Just to deter her enough to hopefully leave and then make his get away.

Okolnir collided with the agent, but was rather disappointed that he wasn't able to budge her as much as he had hoped. The Negaverse's strength boost was outrageous. How did they expect pages to survive with no magic and no weapons? This was one cosmic joke.

Ah, well.

Time to get crafty.

Using his close access to the Captain, Okolnir's booted foot shot out to snag one of Stellerite's ankles in hopes of sweeping her off of her feet.

He let out an oomph of his own as one of those boots kicked him in the gut. He knew he had to take advantage of the small breaks he was given, and he did. Okolnir grabbed her by one of those ankles and immediately threw her across the alley way, aiming for the wall in the opposite side. He made sure not to hang onto her for too long, and also made sure to not give her any time to get him.

He just needed more than a few moments to get that civilian and get out of here...

He was prepared for that throw this time---and it gave him an idea. He couldn't keep going around and around with the Captain. He needed to grab that civilian and go.

As the katar came his way, Okolnir angled the trash can lid to serve as a make-shift mit, and it bounced off and up before he angled it once more to catch it. He pulled the weapon out and immediately threw it back at Stella. Just for another good measure though, he also chucked the trash can lid at her like a frisbee. The lid she couldn't make disappear, but hopefully focusing on those two things would be the distraction he needed. Regardless, as soon as the lid left his hands, he dashed towards the civilian and picked him up, tossing him over his shoulder.