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"Jesus Christ, why is it so fast?" It was little better than breathless weeze as Baikal sprinted after the lashing tail of the mashed up abomination 9f a youma he'd just driven away from a couple of teenages walking home from...somewhere. It didn't matter. They were safe, and the page was in pursuit of the monster, but it was really ******** fast, and it was starting to seem like there was a chance baikal might actually lose it.

A nightmarish mix of big cat and reptile with a dash of insect for horror's sake, the youma seemed built for speed. It took the corners effortlessly, leasing the page down allies and along side streets in a teisting, turning race, and with every passing second the tail in front of him was further away.

If he didn't think of something fast, it was going to get away, and there'd be even more civilians in danger. The page didn't do much in this war, but he at least took this seriously.

He didn't even notice, in his haste to keep up, that he was charging towards another order aura.

Baikal very nearly ran into the youma's backside as it slid to sudden and unexpected stop as something pale dropped to the ground in front of it. He stopped just short of of slamming into it's flank and had to drop to all fours with a yelp to avoid a reptilian tail whipping over his head. "********!" That was close.

Scrambling to the side, he pushed back up to his feet as soon as it was safe for him to do so, and backed towards the wall of the alley as he summoned his snowball to one hand, ready to fling it at the thing's face if it lurched at back at him or at...

It was another page, this one certainly wasn't aligned with Mercury. Whites and pastel rainbows, stars, if he were to guess he'd have to say she was a page of Cosmos.

He'd only get a brief look at her before the youma was on the move again, dodging around her to head straight for the wall, and then up it, as if gravity meant nothing to it. "Are you ******** kidding me?" He groaned, turning to race across the alley, but the other page reached it first and ripped it bodily off the wall it'd been scaling.

And now they had a little bit of a problem. She'd torn it down, but letting it go would either let it possibly escape again, or it'd whip around and tear into her the second it was able to. "Hang on!" As if that wasn't obvious, but he wanted her to know he was coming to help her. He just wasn't entirely sure how...

The cold from the snow in his hand was making his fingers ache, reminding him of his weapon. Rushing in, past one flaying limb only to get caught across the chest by another, the Mercury page slammed the icy ball of small right into the youma's face. A distraction, at the very least, but his real aim was to stun it.

Baikal winced as he saw claws rake across a freckled shoulder, hoped the blow looked worse than he felt. So far he'd avoided this youma's sharper bits, but he'd been at the mercy of a nasty pare of talons before, and it ******** hurt. Not only that, it was a pain in the a** trying to come up with reasonable, every day excuses for an injury that looked anything but common place.

He tried to get a better look at her arm as she retreated closer to him, but the youma wouldn't give him the time to worry about her just yet. It was recovering very quickly, and despite the other page's prompting he wasn't entirely sure what they were going to do about it.

The Mercury page summoned another snowball, for as much good as it'd do him if he had to use it, and opened his mouth to suggest...he didn't even know. "Trap it where?" He wasn't against the idea, if they could figure out the logistics of it before it either escaped or managed to maul the both of them.

The second suggested seemed considerably more doable, and a more immediate solution. "Yes! Let's try that!" He lobbed the snowball at the beast again, nailing it on an exo-skelletal shoulder plate. It howled at the pair of them, enraged, but it did turn back towards the entrance of the alley. "Nail it again."

And let's hope the traffics as thick as it usually is at this time of night...

The combination of snowball and volleyball definitely seemed to have gotten the thing's attention. It howled at them, enraged, and dropped into a furious charge. "s**t." Suddenly this plan didn't seem half so sound.

Turning on glowing heels, the page took off down the alleyway with Chauvet right beside him, her heels snapping against the concrete loudly as sprinted towards the street. "This is going to be quite the ********' jump!" Which should be more than doable, considering their speed and strength, but now was just a really unfortunate time to doubt himself.

But despite that, misgivings aside, as they reached the edge of the sidewalk the man made a grab for the other page's hand before launching himself into the air in a mighty jump that'd take the both of them over the three lanes separating them from the other side of the road. The landing was rough, Baikal having to smack his hands into the side of a building to stop himself, but he spun around to see if the youma was following them.

There were a handful of seconds where Baikal wasn't sure if their plan was going to work, but then the youma was charging after them, through the road, and with a loud shriek(and crunch of metal) the vicious beast eruptedin a cloud of dust.

The Mercury page whooped along with his new companion, face split in a wide, relieved grin, laughing along as Chauvet gave a detailed recount of the last minute. Only to wince a split second after her whsipered curse. "s**t," he exhoed her, with feeling. "Yeah, we probably should..."

"Flashing a quick, apologetic smile at the driver he tightened his grip on the other pages hand and started down the sidewalk at a run, and then pulled her down the first available side street. Only then did he slow down again, letting her go. "I sure hope he has insurance."

Fun wouldn't have been Baikal's first assessment of what had just happened but he thought about it for a moment as they both caught their breath, and looking back now he had to agree with her. It'd been exciting, dangerous, and that last leap over the cars...well, he hadn't wanted to share his doubts at the time, but he hadn't actually been expecting that to work.

It was crazy to him that it had, and really ******** impressive.

Chuckling, the other page straightened up as Chauvet introduced herself, and after she'd struck the quintessential super hero pose he offered his hand to her with an easy grin. "Baikal, page of Mercury." He didn't know that many other knights, so it was always nice meeting another one, and he didn't think he'd run into anyone standing for Cosmos yet.

"That was nuts," he finally admitted, running a hand back through his hair as he looked back the way they'd come. "I'm glad you showed up, cause that Youma was a lot faster than me." He didn't to think about what might have happened if they'd lost it.

"That's weirdly specific," he noted, a crooked smile on his face. "Speaking from experience?" He'd certainly not run into any vegetative youma in his time as a page. Which wasn't saying much, considering he'd taken a hiatus from powered life to finish up his bachelors.

Pale brows rose at the offer, but he jogged those few steps she'd made between them to take her outstretched hand. "I haven't actually, but ice cream in this heat sounds like a great idea."