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Finding people to drain of energy was proving a little more difficult in practice than it had sounded in theory. Send out a nigh undetectable mirror wraith, subtly siphon vitality from the target, recall the little courier. No muss, no fuss. That assumed, however, that one's assistant wasn't aggressively disobedient... or dumb, Nakhett hadn't figured out which. After all, the mirror wraiths weren't exactly sentient, but they could take commands. She'd just decided that Moron was a chronic a**.

To complicate tonight's gathering even more, she hadn't even powered up before she spied a muscly brick of a man standing defiantly while facing a rather malevolent-looking maw of an alleyway. Well damn, that was going to be her malevolent-looking maw of an alleyway from which to drain some unsuspecting sap. Even better if it had a belligerent hobo in it.

Thankfully she had only just rounded the far corner behind the guy, because judging from his garb he definitely wasn't one of her dark companions. Still a weird thought, that she'd somehow been shoehorned into the... evil group didn't sound quite right. The Negaverse definitely sounded like destructive jerks, but the Dark Mirror Senshi were more just individuals looking out for numero uno. Suited her just fine, really.

That didn't mean this meathead wouldn't punch her with the force of a jackhammer if he discovered what she was, assuming his livery flagged him as White Moon. Not that she really had anything against the do-gooders, having never met one, but Sansuna wasn't the type to give up a first strike advantage. From what she understood, she wouldn't give off any kind of aura until she was powered up herself. That meant she'd need to quickly do her Power Ranger bit and move immediately into an attack before he sensed her location and chaotic taint. Easy, right?

Well, maybe not for someone slow. Nakhett grinned. She definitely wasn't slow. As Sansuna, it'd be considered an insult. Checking once more that her target was resolutely facing the alleyway for whatever reason, she ducked back around the corner and quickly muttered the phrase she'd been taught to open herself to phenomenal cosmic power.

There was that as-of-yet unfamiliar rush of strength, along with the mystical wardrobe change. Still strange that this stuff existed, but being able to leap straight over buildings was real enough for the senshi: a trait she was about to exploit. No sooner had she fully shifted to Sansuna than she crouched and sprang to the eaves of the building she was using for cover. Quickly spying her foe, the redhead coiled once more and launched with all of her now considerable strength to become a human missile.

Sansuna rolled in transit, bringing her body in line to aim a high-velocity dropkick at the back of the White Moon's head. Fierce anticipation tore a smirk to her lips. Maybe she'd get to see just what these powers could really do against an opponent.

Sansuna couldn't have asked for a better outcome. She'd managed to control her powers precisely enough to twist her body just so, and as a result had basically impacted the guy's head like a living missile. The result was the man spinning away in what looked like a series of painful tumbles, coming to rest near a pile of garbage bags and cans. That had been way more satisfying than expected, maybe she was good at this whole Dark Mirror thing.

To the beefcake's credit, he stood and simply regarded her coldly for a moment. Before Sansuna could quip about him being too dumb to even come up with a response to being kicked in the head, he made his response very clear: the White Moon had kicked a lid free from a nearby can and hurled it her way like a damn discus. Magical strength plus muscles apparently equalled a wicked blur of metal through the air, whining dangerously from the sheer wind velocity tearing over it. The thing was even arcing like her opponent was some pro bowler.

Strange thoughts occurred before injuries, sometimes, and Sansuna's was that if the senshi was a bowler that meant the trash can lid was the ball. Which made her the pin. Crap. The audacity of having a lid frisbee'd at her caught the Dark Mirror off-guard and she was winged directly in the side of her stomach. The impact was enough to send her spinning to the ground with a pained gasp.

"Okay," she growled, slapping her open palms on the pavement and pushing herself back to a standing position to face her foe. "What kind of candy a** attack was that? I give you a kick to the head and you bean me with a trash can lid? Fight like a man!"

Inwardly Sansuna was sharply focused on his every movement, lowering herself into the familiar ready stance she used for wrestling. There was no guarantee a ballistic trash can wouldn't come flying at her next.