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She'd actually been minding her own business, for once, when the disgusting aura had come upon her.

Blue eyes widened in surprise as the young man took a flying leap into action without hesitation, the Negaverse Captain having all of seconds to at least drop her communication device to the ground and deflect the oncoming.... trash can lid?

The metal disc fell down to the ground with a CLANG as her palms stung from the impact. God, she was lucky he hadn't broken a finger - what on Earth was all of this hostility about?

"Enough of what? You were the one who attacked! I was just standing here!"

Her whip was safe and secure in the subspace - but ready at a moment's notice, should the aggressive jerk in front of her decide to proceed again with his... crap, did he have another one of those lids??

The White Moon's budget must be sorely lacking if this was what they were supplying their agents with!

As soon as wide eyes noted the wooden plank aimed in her direction, one hand rose to summon her whip from the subspace. Her wrist jerked, sending a crisp snap through the tails of the whip and, hopefully, instilling enough sense into the White Moon's brain that she was a tiny blonde force not to be reckoned with.

"And what if I was retiring for the evening," she commented pointedly as one foot stepped back to brace her posture, "It doesn't look like you're giving me much choice here, sir.."

Blue eyes darted towards the exit he was gesturing towards and then back to him. The temptation was there - and it wasn't like she couldn't teleport, if she wanted to - but that wasn't the point.

He still stood there, looking mildly threatening with his plank of wood and the older Captain was determined to figure out his agenda. Everyone had one - why wouldn't he too?

"Drop your weapon," she demanded softly, eyebrows furrowing together. "If you really mean it, that you won't hurt me, then drop your weapon and prove it."

Eyes narrowed and the urge to smirk was hard to combat.

"I see we're at an impasse then, friend."

The whip was cracked again and she took a step forward. "Because I'm not going to pass by anyone with a weapon when they've clearly had it out to hurt me from the get-go. Even if they were reduced to using trash as their weaponry."

Her wrist pulled back and her head tilted for a brief second as she gauged the distance between them.

"Since the advantages are stacked in my favor, then, it would be rather silly not to use them, hm?"

And with that, her wrist flicked and the whip's tails went sailing in the page's direction.

There was obvious disappointment in the Captain's face as she missed her opponent. Not even a stray lash had made contact, the whip snapping in the air before returning to her side.

Granted, she hadn't practiced nearly as much with her weapon as she should have, but still - he was using trash for goodness's sake, surely he wasn't that talented either, right?

It was the page's turn to strike and he seemed to feel that his trash can lid would do the trick... but instead of throwing it like she'd expected him to, he was barreling right for her.

Angelite let out a startled gasp as she did her best to dart to the side, the heel of her boot catching on alleyway debris and sending her towards the wall. Hands instinctively reached out for the wall, the whip dropping to the ground.

"s**t!"

She was working too hard to catch her balance to be concerned with what else this waste of oxygen was up to. It cost her gravely, in the end, when she felt the hard fist pushing into her taut abdomen.

The fabric of her uniform did little to cushion the blow, the curled fingers stealing the wind from her lungs as she let out a ragged gasp. Blue eyes widened as the pain shot through her - the b*****d!

Flight or fight instinct kicked in and Angelite blinked from the alleyway. Her body and whip dissolved into thin air, porting both back to the Negaspace with a soft, fading groan from the Captain.

There wasn't even time for a witty final comment.

Pity.