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Clack - clack - clack -sharp heels hitting pavement, soft tin of echo as they quickstepped over cracks and errant potholes with a skip. The slid of metal over asphalt heard easily, light jog that left a trail of sounds even the dead could have followed.

Abandoned shed, warehouse district, and the thing that towered there, rusted outside and windows smashed out. How it creaked open as the noise bringer swung open a bay door that had nearly come off its own hinges. Skreech of iron that lanced through the air for that.

A swoosh of blue fabric disappeared into the near pitch darkness - a glow - precious bright screaming soul of a glow - sweet little crystalline gem that held some poor saps life, clutched between a spiderweb of pale gloved fingers with tipped glimmering nails - disappeared into it as well.

Cast off aura and cast off light - cast off harsh panting as Diasporite knew he was being followed - the soul a lure as much as he was - a simple idea that had become a race against time and a race straight into action.

If he could get the Senshi hot on his heels - trade one soul for another....

Test the soft freshness of those he was told were his enemy. An easy thing to believe in the aftermath of his induction into the organization.

Beyond that though?

It was kind of fun, an experience, a test of skill and wit and Diasporite couldn't hold or hide his grin. Couldn't pretend to be anything other than thrilled to have finally been let out of the play pen and into the night air to do as he wished - within reason.

His mistake was looking back to laugh at her as she told him to freeze. Like this were some old cop movie...

Any verbal retort he could've thought to make was caught in his lungs as the frozen air coalesced into a pool around him. Seemed to take up footage, seemed to eat his lungs and make him shiver where his precious treasure flew free.

Diasporite stumbled, shivering hands that caught around himself in cold as the precious glowing life he'd been holding bounced - plinked off the cracked surface of the earth below - rolled with a crystalline clamor - dim pulsating glow that off-cast the shadows around it.

Diasporite swore over the chatter of his own teeth. Cussed a slew of bitten words as deeper within the place - back against the wall - a shiff of chain sloughed across the floor. Places where the inky darkness seemed unable to be breached by moon nor outside light, where something that had patiently lurked suddenly lurched.

He'd had a plan - set a trap - had thought to use his wits where his weapon would have failed him...

Hadn't counted on dropping the starseed though.

"T-t-the i-intent hadn't been t-to drop it!" stuttered phrase shiver-coughed free from where he knelt in the pool of cold. Could almost feel the frost cling to skin and lash, felt tinted blue from all the shivering he was doing.

Like unable to shake the insufferable shake that pervaded his bones. Way the freezing temperature seemed to seep even through the bountiful layers of his uniform until it was bone deep.

Magical icy b***h.

He hadn't meant to drop the thing though - the gem was a prize to lure in 'her' - or really, any substantial enemy worth luring.

"Nothings w-wrong with me - you though? You're about to be on the b-business end of 'wrong'." thought himself clever with retort for the earlier 'freeze pun', groaned at himself for trying.

Even as he made to move to pick himself up out of the cold spot..

Easy image of nights ago when he'd come across the skulking shadowed beast that rattled like chains shiffed like rake of claws over steel and concrete alike. He had been warned, severely, by his General, and others, about playing with the ones found out in the wilds.

Youma that lurked in lakes and forests alike - snatched energies and didn't heed little upstart lieutenants. Except Diasporite hadn't gotten to see one in action - not really - not until now.

Until he watched the creature swipe up, clearly starved for the errantly dropped prize. Whump-smack of sound as fist collided with shadowed fur - pained snarl that emanated and echoed the space.

Had Dias hairs on end and eyes tracked bright for the thing - hungry beast versus icy beauty? Poor fragile little life caught dancing in a shimmer between them?

He wondered who would win.

"Cry me a river you icy c---" cinched words that were clipped off into a gasp. Scowl and scream of frustration, because 'senshi', because his darling youma. Hardly his, but he could still hiss for it. Could still cringe back as the cold faded from his limbs, as it engulfed the being before him and....


Ice covered ash - crystalized dust - a cry that reverbed and bounced back, loud enough to shudder Dia where he sat, and watched with wide rose eyes as his plans shattered along with the creature.

The way the beast that drew chains crumbled. How that left it lopsided as it snapped it's tooth laden maw over air - sought the seed that was stolen from it - sought life and caught freeze and ice for all its trouble.

Seemed to stagger and hack before the Senshi - bled the essence of the rift that made up its form...

Staggered away, before lunging once more - attempted to impact the Senshi with its degrading form and dying breath. To hinder her and take back something of its own - even as it fell like the walls of Jericho.

"Sit n spin on it Senshi! I'm sure you'd like to bloody your pretty little heels - that's all you people do - wretched gnawing space vermin." a magical plague, an infestation that should've been cut out at its core. Except she had more power here than him. Was stronger and faster by far - and all he had was jewelry that tipped his gloves and was meant to be a weapon?

He'd also had an idea; a trap that was going oh so poorly. Now that he realized that what he'd caught was far too big to be held in such tiny bounds. That dawning lightbulb in his brain that had him looking for exits - praying for the door he'd come in from...if maybe he could just....if he could get to it without notice.....

Heard *two* - and felt his heart clench beneath the ruffles that fell in soft waves around his shoulders.

Bereft little shock of sound for the absolute ruin of it all - his plans - the beast. Watched her put her foot straight through its skull - grind out the dust beneath her pretty heels.

Which, if she wasn’t afraid to get them dirty? If ash was not a deterrent and the snarl and open maw of defeated beast did not end her…

What chance did he have, and if she put them though his skull?

Could have - very likely thing that she could have - seemed to relish the thought even.

Felt what he thought was *three*, the sound of it - slow count down to his death and he finally fell out of his frozen stupor and moved. Tiny useless glitzy nails that scrabbled along with catch of metal and brocade heel.

Panicked breathing in his ears, his own, he was sure. Hard to tell when he was busy fleeing, throwing himself through the open escape opportunity and hitting the ground in a staggered run - not a word or clever quip to throw back in the face of such a terrifying woman.

Just the desire to put distance between herself and him.