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Captain meant a lot of things. Some of them were pretty boring, responsibilities and duties and all that, but some of them were super, super fun. Like, Sylvite's knives, and the fact that she could teleport. That last bit came in extra handy on this particular night, when the city ended up being pretty empty and she realized that she could just pop right over to Negaspace.

She could explore a little in a whole different dimension.

Yeah, that was what she did. She's always thought Negaspace was super pretty, with the crystals and all, and taking some time to bounce around from one spiky stalagmite to another was a whole different experience to her usual late night rooftop parkour.

Also, there tended to be agents around, which was another pro. They tended to be pretty cool. When she felt a lieutenant nearby, she bounced right on over. That was part of the Captain thing, too. She was pretty sure she was supposed to make sure the lieutenants were doing okay.

So when a dude came into view, punching at something, she bounced off her crystal and called out to him. "Lieutenant!" She landed on solid ground with a big grin and a wave, then glanced around. Seemed pretty empty. "Hi! Is the air, like, bothering you?"

Even after the guy stopped, Sylvite spent a good five seconds just staring with her face a little scrunched, considering. Then, she nodded. "Huh. Yeah, that's probably pretty smart, and like, motivated." Did she train when nobody was around to tell her to? No. No she did not. Not fighting stuff, at least. She hadn't seen anyone else out here punching the air either, though.

"Nobody else to train with, though? That seems kinda boring. Did your general not hook you up?" It wasn't always that simple, she knew. Sometimes generals dissipated under mysterious circumstances and you were left on your own for years. Still, the Negaverse was a big team. There should be people to help out when stuff like that happened.

People like her.

She grinned. "But, yeah, I'm up for it," she said, moving so that she was a couple feet away from him with her knees just slightly bent, not in an obvious stance but ready to drop into one quickly. "I could probably use the practice, too."

No general? This guy really was just like her when she was starting out! There was the part where he was clearly older than her and a dude and didn't really seem to like talking much, but whatever. They had stuff in common, and that made Sylvite grin big and decide that she was gonna do her best for him and not just for the bosses.

"Yeah. That happens. There's people recruiting if you want. I think you get cooler missions with a superior." She leaned in, still grinning, like she was telling him a secret or something, but she was actually watching him very closely. She was ready, but even here she wasn't really one to start a fight.

She watched him step forward. She saw the punch coming. She sidestepped it, which made her smile even bigger, so big that her cheeks started to hurt. Like, yeah, she knew she was faster now, but that was good. "You're welcome," she said. Her foot shot out in a quick, light kick towards his ankles. "Oh, I'm Sylvite."

Sylvite blocked one of the incoming punches, grinning, still feeling really good about all of this, but the second one hit her straight in the ribs and she squeaked and stepped back. That hurt!

"Nice," she said, instead of giving some spiel about how fighting was dumb like she wanted to. "Quota's kinda the baseline, though. You should try to find some missions or like, just hang out with people if you can."

She came back with a torso punch of her own. Fighting was less dumb when she got some hits in.

Sylvite nodded. "Yeah, I get it, I get it," she said, and then her punch connected and she giggled as her opponent stumbled. She then took the opportunity to stand a little straighter while he got himself together, and grit her teeth against the fact that she was probably gonna have a bruise, too. This was a spar, she wasn't gonna be mean about things.

"Stuff gets really busy." She probably didn't look like one to talk, being one of those eighteen year olds that looked maybe twelve, and with the lieutenant being a real adult with a job and stuff, but she really did get it. She had cheer and school and parents who got all worried, which meant the Negaverse, even with its cool magic stuff, got back burner sometimes.

"Baseline doesn't have to be boring, though," she said. She was ready for the next attack and stepped back, away from the kick. "Get creative! Get your quota while you're helping out with missions, or like, join a branch and get your assignments changed around."

She threw a kick right back at him.

"Okay, okay," Sylvite said, and that was before she got struck squarely and sent stumbling and struggling, for a second there, for breath. She grit her teeth as she stood back up, not so bubbly now. "Fine, you're a responsible adult or whatever, you can figure it all out. Sure."

She was trying to be nice and do her job as a Captian, making sure all the liutenants were on the right path and stuff, but if he didn't want her advice, that was fine. Yep. Totally fine. She'd just be a nice little fighting buddy like he wanted.

She threw another punch, not even holding back a little this time.

Her punch hit, and she smiled at that, even though she was breathing pretty heavily now. She was careful about not getting too happy about it, though. Like, so happy that she didn't see the next attack coming. That happened to her kinda a lot actually.

Because of that, she saw the first punch and stepped out of the way of that, but before she could really swing back, the second fist hit.

Right in her face.

It was her cheek, at least. She wasn't spitting out teeth or anything, but still. It hurt. It hurt a lot, and she saw floaty lights until she blinked a couple times. She stepped back, wary of more attacks.

"You're fast," she said, and she tried to smile again, since it was probably a good thing that he was good at fighting. It came out as more of a grimace since she still didn't love getting punched in the face.