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The sudden influx of what appeared to be a social life had Captain Angelite, for the first time, falling behind on her quota.

It was an irritating prospect, that she wasn't being on top of her game like she normally was. Usually she had things turned in by now, but here she was scraping the bottom of the figurative barrel by finding street transients and drunkards to pick off in an attempt to gather enough energy for the week.

Rising from her stooped position, she pocketed the small orb from the latest victim, some horrid smelling man who was too blitzed out of his brain from booze or drugs (or both?) to know what was going on. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him - his energy would be put to far better use in the Negaverse's hands than by wasting away another day of addictions.

Glancing at the moon, she guessed it was nearly eleven or so - another hour of gathering and she should find herself caught up on her slacking.

Oh of all nights... Why couldn't she catch a break?

Her grin in response was dangerously thin, mouth stretched into a forced smile as she tugged on the bottom of her blouse. Her uniform needed little straightening, as ironed-looking as her civilian clothes tended to be. Still, habit was habit and the glowing orb rested in the safety of closed fingers as she stared down the Squire with narrowed eyes.

"I was just finishing up, actually," she finally responded back. "So I'll be on my way, then, and you can attend to this..."

Her free hand gestured back towards Drunky McDrunk, who snored loudly from his slumped form.

".... lovely individual."

Damn. It would be more sensible for her to teleport but she wasn't nearly finished with her quota yet and if this little pest was patrolling, she wasn't going to get very far with her next target.

“You're too kind.”

Her wrist flicked and the whip materialized, tails falling down parallel to her leg. The other hand opened itself up, exposing the glowing orb of energy still secured in her grasp.

“Injure me, though, and your friend here will have a rough recovery without this pretty bauble.”

She paused, offering him a smile.

“You sure you want to risk that?”

s**t.

She hadn't expected him to be so impulsive, rushing at her as suddenly as he was despite her threat still dangling in the air. Without a second thought, she launched the orb in an entire other direction, hoping to the powers that be that the stupid Knight would be just as reactive about saving it.

Her other hand held up the whip and cracked it, one foot stepping back. The tails went out as her newly freed hand moved up to try to shield herself.

"Why can't you pests take a night off for once?"

Wait - what????

The whip had gone out and was surely going to strike him with the angle he was approaching her in... but it hit nothing. Nothing!

Angelite's attempt at distraction proved futile as the flying energy orb earned a passing glance at best. No, the pesky twerp was too busy being focused on coming at her like an angry bull to be concerned with the welfare of the drunken hobo (so much for being a do-gooder, ha!) but before the Captain could chide him for just that, he was on her.

More precisely, his fist was making a connection with her shoulder.

She'd turned just far enough to prevent her cheek from being smashed but the curled fist hit her should hard and sent the older woman tumbling down towards the ground with a distressed sound and a soft thud.

"H-Hitting ladies, what kind of man are you?"

One hand moved to rest on her shoulder, the pain making the agent see stars.

As soon as his hand grabbed hold of her uniform, her own ungloved ones shot up to try to wrestle with it. The whip was cast aside, Angelite choosing to protect herself from being choked rather than trying to strike again. Fingers desperately worked to pry his digits away from her clothing, the pain in her shoulder radiating from where he'd struck her.

Using the whip hadn't worked the first time, frustratingly enough - like hell was she going to waste her time trying and failing a second time.

At the mention of breaking her hands, blue eyes widened in alarm. Judging by the way he'd rushed her and assaulted her, the knight wasn't playing around when it came to his threats.

"I don't think so, kid."

And with that, the heel of her boot went crashing down, aimed directly for his own footwear.

There were several moments where Angelite found herself tempted to strike again, to use her own curled fist and hit the young man in his torso. As luck would probably have it she'd probably hurt her own hand in the process, so the fleeting desire dissipated as she took a step back from the opposition.

Instead, her hand moved up to present to him a very unladylike gesture, one that probably rubbed off on her from her time spent with her redheaded General.

"I hope it hurt," she countered back with a huff, the Negaverse Captain soon disappearing from where she stood, retreating back to the safety of the Negaspace and away from any more irritating do-gooders that might be roaming about the city.

Her quota, it seemed, would have to wait another day to be filled.