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Fighting youma was what Baikal did. It was how he contributed to the safety of the city and those that lived within it. The war as he knew it was a twisting, confusing thing, and there were never definitive answers an any directions. Direction from ranks above painted the picture in one way, while personal experience leaned in quite another. He couldn't pick a side, and so he didn't.

But this he could do without guilt or worry. The youma were a blight, deadly to civilians and powered alike, and they weren't...well, most of them weren't people. His thoughts flicked to the half youma he'd met the other night, but he banished them away as he heard the sound of think wood snapping.

Baikal arrived just in time to see the canid like creature bearing down on a redheaded senshi, and he wanted no time in summoning his snowball. It wouldn't do much, but it would offer a good distraction. He wound up, chucking it right at the beast's face, and took off at a sprint after. So he's be almost on top of them when it hit, ready to catch it under the chin if it looked up with a serious right hook.

The senshi managed to get herself free with a powerful kick to the monster's underbelly, and Baikal hastily moved to place himself between it and her as she struggled up to her feet, a hand rubbing at her neck. "Are you okay?" She was breathing, moving freely if a little sore. If he'd been a moment or two later that might not have been the case.

The youma snarled at the pair of them, spittle running heavy from wicked looking teeth. They'd pissed it off, but Baikal didn't think either of them had really hurt it.

"What have you got for magic?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the youma as he started to stalk closer again. "Anything that might come in useful here?" In truth, he was probably fine to face the thing down without her help, but dusting it quicker was better. If she had something ranged that'd be pretty handy, but he really didn't want to risk her getting close again.

Well that sucked a but, but there was nothing for it. It wasn't as if senshi got to pick their magic anymore than knights got to pick their weapons. "You should probably stay back, then." Baikal summoned his snowball again, cold about filling his hand as the best charged at them, and while the senshi jumped back the page rushed forward to meet it, taking a vicious swipe of class at his side as he brought his arm up and around to grind the snow right into the youma's eyes.

A temporary distraction at best, he was going to have to act quickly to try to dispatch it. Wincing at the way moving pulled at the fresh scratches at his side, Baikal wound up to deliver another powerful punch to the wolfish creature's head.

That's not really what I meant by that, he thought to himself as the ******** collided with the side of the youma's head and jerked it's attention back to the senshi again. She didn't have the magic to face it, and didn't seem to have any sort of experience with fighting (that he had noticed, in any case). Not drawing it's attention would have been best.

Now he had to chase it.

Cursing under his breath, Baikal hell into a full on sprint to catch up, and as he closed in on the paper of them he dove for the back of the thing, arms curling around is haunches to allow it down. "Can you get somewhere high up? Like atree?" He had to jerk to avoid snapping jaws as the youma swung around to small at him.

With the senshi safely up and out of reach of the youma Baikal could focus his attention on offense, rather than defense. He let go, rolling away from the beast as he spun around to try to snap at him, and was on his feet again before it'd turned to face him.

Summoning his snowball again he pitched it hardball style right at the things face. As it exploded against the very canid like muzzle he darted forward to aim a heavy handed punch at the top of the things head as it howled in rage.

There was a moment if confusion as the youma reeled where Baikal could feel the senshi's aura at his back coming closer and he didn't quite piece together why until her foot was colliding with the side if the things face to send it spinning off into the thick trunk of a near by tree. It was enough, apparently, between to combined blows they'd just delivered to it finish it off, because before it hit the ground it was falling to dust.

Out of breath, Baikal turned in time to see the girl sitting in the ground and he walked over to offer a hand down to her. "I don't know about good, but it worked out in this instance." If it hadn't been enough, the youma could have spun back around to grab her before she could get her feet under her.

"Nice kick, though." Just be careful... "I'm Baikal, Mercury page. Are you okay?" He want sure if she'd gotten hurt at all before he'd shown up.

Well she wasn't exactly wrong, and Baikal couldn't really argue with that logic, but he still thought perhaps she wasn't taking htings as seriously as she should be. Granted, it wasn't his place to lecture her. He'd already told her his two-cents worth and he'd leave it at that. She was safe now, and that had been the goal.

A platinum brow arched at her sphere and the following declaration. Sphere alone had never been enough for him to guess the magic of a senshi. "More luck then, I think. Most of the youma I run into prefer teeth and claws." The page smiled down at her though.

"If you're sure you're alright, I should probably be heading back into town." It was getting late, and he wanted to make a stop by the arcade to see if his little brother was patrolling.