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The dainty dancer straightened as the aura of order drew closer, an energy orb held between two small fingers, an unconscious young man laying on the sidewalk at her feet. There'd been a chance to flee the scene before the squire had reached this point, but she seemed to be waiting for him to meet her. Unabashed and unafraid.

She'd been with the Negaverse for quite a while now, but in that time she hand't run into that many knights, not yet. They came in many flavors, or so she'd been informed by her general, and curiosity surrounding them kept the ballerina in place as she watched the tall man approaching her.

The accent was thick, but the wit rang clear as day, and Ceraskia smiled up at him. "Are you familiar with the theory?"

The orb passed from one delicate hand to the next, and as she pressed palms together it vanished. Sent away to Metallia.

He was bigger than she was, stronger as well, and if he choice an all out attack she'd more than likely be at a bit of disadvantage, even with the extra training afforded to her by her general. He looked like a serious fellow, and if the cut of his uniform was anything to go on there was a fit body beneath the pale blue he sported. An athlete, perhaps, or something physically akin.

If she could keep him talking, keep him otherwise occupied, perhaps he'd be less inclined to attack outright.

So she smiled beatifically at him. The smile she dazzled the crowds with when she took her final bows, or charmed the donors with at the after parties; demure and sweet.

"My part?" A delicate hand rose to lay over her sheer covered chest. "As the theory suggests. A surprise that casts a significant effect. The sort that lingers in the mind as hindsight."

"No?" She didn't think much of the envelope tapping her shoulder, though in hindsight she should have. "How else do you learn from the past?"

She barely got the words out before she felt herself being jerked backwards by an invisible force that smacked her against the wall she'd been standing beside with a a startled gasp, her head bouncing against the brick a fraction of a second later. Grey flashed across her vision in starbursts, leaving her blind for an instant, and she could feel the first familiar stirrings of panic bubble up in the pit of her stomach at the realization of just how helpless she was.

Then her vision cleared and with it that raw fear. She was still trapped and at his temporary mercy, but she could see him now, and there was no fist being raised against her. Yet.

"Of course I do," she answered indignantly, pulling at the invisible bands that held her. "Don't you?"

Her arms were useless, her torso immovable. She tried to move her legs.

When the initial fight had proven the magical bonds too strong to break the corrupt had settled back against the wall, standing there in resigned irritation. If it was anything like senshi magic it had a limit, and when that time came she'd be ready to take advantage of her freedom and his close proximity. She was small enough, demure enough that most assumed she was non-combative, or at the least unskilled. It gave her an advantage.

"No one holds the reigns? How sad for you. An aimless existence sounds tiring indeed," she quipped back brusquely.

Lips pursed on his next question, but she didn't think there was much reason to avoid the truth. There were others among order sided soldiers that already knew the answer. "Corruption is fed into a starseed that has already awakened." It worked the same for agents, but he hadn't asked about that. "In other cases, myself included, this is the only existence we've known. I woke to chaos."

Casually she tested her bonds and found them still holding. Not quite yet. Patience...

Even when she felt the magic fading she didn't move, slender frame remaining where she stood against the wall and arms still held out. He'd had to keep close to maintain the magic, and she wanted him to stay close for just a few seconds more.

"My memories are intact," she answered smoothly, the flicker of a pleased smile playing over dark lips.

"You're awfully curious about senshi corruption, do you have a friend now fighting in our ranks?" The smile grew into a grin, and that was the moment she chose to strike--pushing off from the wall with arm arm cocking back, she aimed delicate knuckles for the line of that handsome jaw.

Retaliation was imminent, but how he struck was bit how Ceraskia had expected him to. Low rather than high, she had to adjust her reaction at the last possible second, and wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the entire kick. It made her gasp as it connected, body bending as she jerked back and away, but there wasn't time to really process it or recover.

Stay idle and you could die. It had been drilled into her training from day one, the corrupt had been a fast learner. As tiny as she was, she couldn't afford not to know her way around a battle

So there was barely a breath afforded before she was moving again. Body half turned and thin arms up and at the ready. He had her outclassed in size and strength, but she had speed and agility on her side, and she intended to use it. Darting in, she feinted to his left before coming in on his right to throw the top of her foot at the back of his thigh in a rolling kick.

She could feel the impact up through her foot and into her shin. The squire was sturdy as well as tall, and Ceraskia recognized she was at a distinct disadvantage on multiple platforms. Her magic, meant for crowds, meant nothing here.

A strike threw her balance before she'd had a chance to regain it and the petite senshi hit the ground hard with the dual smack of both hands connecting with pavement. But it wouldn't stop it, her could.

A tip of the head to find his position above her and then she was moving. Rolling onto her side to sweep both legs out, one going for the backs of his heels to trip, the other kicking hard at a point just below his knees.

If she could bring him down she could level the playing field a little.