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Back state side after a year abroad, Ceraskia had taken a few evenings to herself to settle again, to unpack the small mountain of luggage she'd returned with, and to recement the bonds between herself and team, as well as a certain other agent whom she'd kept careful contact with in her time away. Now, With the jet lag begging to fade at last, the petite dancer had returned to the streets to resume her duties to her mistress and their queen. It had been ages since she'd donned the blacks and greys of her magical alias, and though she'd been keeping in impeccable shape, rigorous dance practice did not exactly lend to combat.

Though it was not completely dishelpful, she amended silently to herself as she turned towards the bright spot of order that flickered at the edge of her senses, leading her along like a moth to the light of a flame. Curiosity second to the ever present need to prove herself to her general.

She found him easily enough; dark hair, pale attire trimmed in blues and silvers. Taller than her, but that was hardly surprising. The dainty dancer stopped short barely a block away from him, poised, posture perfect. An ambush might have been the wiser course, but she worried about accumulated rust. Until she knew if her combat ability had suffered for the hiatus, she couldn't risk charging into danger headlong.

"Good evening." She dipped her head in a light nod, cool smile gliding along dark lips. Polite and well mannered, but of course, those weren't mutually exclusive to friendly.

She didn't return the wave, but her smile brightened a touch. Not overtly aggressive it worked in her favor. As did, she suspected, her delicate appearance. Who would guess the pretty little senshi trained beneath one of the most feared within the Negaverse?

"I have as much control over this magical appearance as any one of us, but thank you." The dance started forward again, pace almost leisurely. The tips of delicate fingers smoothing along the the edges of dark feathers at her hips. The street lights made beads and glitter dazzle, but shown starkly against the bone. She looked like she just stepped off the stage of some morbidly dark preformance.

"Your name?" There were ways to go about things. If you fight with intent to tear free a seed, it was only respectful to know the name it belonged to.

"Will?" There was some touch if humor in her voice, the faint hint of laughter as she continued her slow pursuit. "Ironic, that." Will you turn tail and run from this threat, or meet it head on. Where does your resolve lie? If he belonged to her mistress, he'd have been a disappointment in this moment. Better to collect the seed, and leave the husk of the senshi.

Dark lips tucking up in one corner, the petite dancer lifted her hand to lay delicate fingers over the sheer front of her full. "Ceraskia, super of scorn." A slight pause, the subtle dip of her head in getting. Then she would vanish.

Appearing again behind him, no less than an arms length away. "Do you have the will to stand and fight?" Arm drawn back, she thrust her hand towards the center of his back, ready to snatch the seed from his chest if he wasn't quick enough to move out of reach.

The tips of her fingers barely brushed the pale fabric of his fuku as he jerked away from her reaching hand. Will enough, it seems. When his life was on the line, when adversity bore down on him, his courage emerged. "Better." She'd have attacked regardless of his willingness to fight back, but an easy victory gained her little more than a trophy to deliver to get general. After her long hiatus from her duties she preferred a challenge.

As he lunged the dancer there herself backwards, little frame bending at the waist. She planted her hands against the concrete, kicked up with her toes, and aimed the flat of one small foot at the senshi's chin and she flipped around once more.

The top of her foot stung with the blow, but it's been a solid hit, enough maybe to daze him.

If she'd have to guess she'd say this senshi hasn't the benefit of training she'd been afforded by her general. Tenacity in spades, now that he was into it, but not much finesse. She saw him coming for her ankles, and she jumped to the side to avoid the kick, landing gracefully on dainty toes very nearly beside him.

"If these is the cards you've brought to the table, I dare say you're in trouble." It wasn't condescending, just a started fact.

An attempt to take advantage of his lower stature was made. Another kick to the head, got planted and hips rotated. If she could incapacitate him, she could help herself to his energy and his starseed. And wouldn't her mistress be thrilled with that?

Her foot connected with the side of his hand rather than the side of his face, and when he shoved she stumbled, had to jerk that leg back to regain her balance. It had jade eyes narrowing, a flicker of inpatience flitting across delicate features before she was schooling her expression back to cool neutrality.

"Are they not?" The dancer chuckled. "Here and now, I would be to differ. The strentgth of your aura matches mine, we should be even." They weren't, and they were both aware of it. But it wasn't magic that separated them.

"Where is your discipline? Your dedication and focus?" She went for him again, making a grab for the collar of his fuku, her other fist drawn back. "You squander your gifts!"

Taking the risk would pay off. Her fingers curled around the material at his collar, jerking him in to deliver a strike is her own. She didn't expect the counter attack, he'd down no real aptitude towards it this far in their fight. Curled knuckles against the side of her jaw caught her off gaurd, loosened her grip enough for hus fuku to slip through her fingers.

Folly on her part, but she was quick to recover. Moving with the inertia of the punch to twist around, but only so she could turn on a heel and send another powerful kick at his chest.

"Is this war a game to you? Are you playing at being a soldier?" Her lips curled in distaste. "How have you survived this long giving no care to your situation?"