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This time of year seemed to turn everyone into sentimental idiots. Crocoite, considering himself cold blooded at best, was not a big fan of the snow and ice, the cold, and certainly not of the festivities that over took the whole town. So much red and green and tinsel everywhere, with stars and songs and everything that would make a true Grinch throw up.

Bah humbug, indeed.

Unlike the Grinch or Scrooge, however, Crocoite had no intention of learning the true meaning of Christmas. There would be no giant turkeys sent to needy families, or hearts growing three sizes. There would just be one grumpy crocodile hunting through the snow for whatever starseeds and energy he could take. And if he saw any happy Christmas movie moments going on, he would be sure to ruin them.

Sensing a senshi nearby, he followed the aura and came upon the small field of flowers that seemed to have her attention. He stood, waiting, eyes narrowing when she noticed him. It would not take any words to make his intentions clear regarding the snowflake flowers and their magically beautiful impact.

He took a heavy step forward, smashing a patch of them under his boot.

Crocoite tilted his head at her.

"Did you expect them to do something to me? I destroyed them because they were ugly to me, and annoy me by being there. Whatever they are, they reek of White Moon magic, and I've no patience for such garbage."

He took another step forward, not careful of where his boot fell and staring at her as he approached. He called his cane to his hand, the crocodile headed weapon glimmering in the cold air. It was not something he needed to walk, like his brother needed his cane, but it was a strangely fitting representation of who Crocoite was, and the creature lurking in the darkness of his starseed.

"Is that what you do, then, little Senshi? Wait to fight back until someone does something to you?" He grinned, thinking that if it were the case, it would make her easy prey indeed.

Anything upbeat and pretty, christmasy and good natured, was anathema to Crocoite. All this good spirit and magical light garbage was already wearing thin, and there were still two weeks of this stuff until the holiday was over. Not that all the decorations and happiness and drivel would go away in a hurry.

Even then, it would only move on to the next contrived thing to pretend to be happy about. Some distraction from lives most people were unhappy in, and created these holidays to help with. If they were all that unhappy with what they had, Crocoite was all too eager to help them be rid of it all.

All he really wanted for Christmas was a few starseeds.

A senshi's starseed would do very well.

When she called her attack, Crocoite rocked backwards on his heels, snarling and swinging his cane up and holding it in front of him defensively. The coin smashed against it, but he managed to defend against the magical attack just in time. He was surprised that her magic was so straight forward, and actually seemed to be a useful attack.

What he'd seen so far were just little party tricks and annoying distractions.

"By your logic," he said, with a wicked grin, "I'm free to respond. By your leave, then."

He charged, bringing his cane back like a bat and holding it there until he got close enough to swing it.

"now why would I walk away when I can smell your fear now? You are not much of a fighter, are you? Or perhaps you just lack the confidence it takes to be truly effective in battle. That one instinct so many of you white moon lack: the instint to kill."

He grinned. Merry CHristmas wasnot a phrase in his lexicon, and he hardly cared if he hurt her or even killed her, thus ruining the holiday for anyone close to her. He never thought beyond the person in front of him: to him, senshi were nothing else. Just a problem to be snuffed out, and not a life with connections and loved ones that would mourn them.

Though when he did stop to consider such things, it only encouraged him to be more brutal. Grinch was not a strong enough word for him.

He charged at her. Like his namesake, the crocodile, he was much more dangerous up close, and moved quickly to close the distance between him and his prey. He took a swing at her with his cane once he thought he was within reach.

(sorry if it's short or weird, phone tag at work!)

Crocoite laughed at the simple logic. Just how could someone decide what was right and wrong so easily? He knew the answer: because it suited them. It justified the white moon's 'holier than thou' attitude because they could preach that they knew where they stood. But if he kept pushing, if he kept scaring her, would that resolve waver? When did 'wrong' become okay, when one's own life was in danger?

Not that he would allow her to kill him, either. Not because it was wrong, per se, but because he wanted to do the whole staying alive thing a while longer.

Opening his mouth to explain his logic thus far, he was caught a little off guard as a magical attack hit him in the head. It was not a brutal blow, but it was enough to rattle his around and stunned him. He shooked his head, trying to clear it, and stumbled a bit.

Instead of a monologue about how great killing was and how pathetic senshi were, he just managed to make a gutteral burble.

That would at least allow her the chance she wanted to get away from him, and leave him to his pretty snowflake stomping in anger at his letting her escape. At least he could destroy the field and make himself feel a little better about the whole thing.