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DMS Sansuna

Another evening, another attempt at getting her mirror wraith to do her bidding. Sansuna was rather ambivalent about energy draining, but it was required in exchange for the powers she'd been gifted and it was ultimately innocuous, wasn't it? A painless nap for a few hours for the victim, and more power for Mirrorspace. The senshi even ensured that her victims were left in either a safe spot or found for assistance as if they'd had a fainting spell. Usually the former, letting too many people be found was a bit of an exposure risk.

Not that Moron, her aptly-named wraith, helped any. She'd gained some modicum of control over the thing, but it was still rather disobedient and tended to just rush forward over being subtle. Sure it was hard to see, but that didn't mean it was invisible. Shoddy work aside, the creature had managed to drain the target successfully: a businessman shuffling his way through the park to parts unknown. Poor guy probably needed the nap anyway.

Sansuna had just finished stuffing him safely into the branches of a convenient tree when she noticed it: a nearby aura. How had she missed that? It definitely didn't feel tinged with Chaos, which meant it was very potentially a meddling White Moon. The Dark Mirror recalled Moron and snapped her compact shut, dropping quietly back to the ground and striding confidently forward. Hiding wasn't really her style, after all.

Sure enough, there looked to be an Order senshi just seated on a bench, watching the passerby. Had to admire the methodology: get comfy and let those you're protecting wander past. Nice and efficient. But if Sansuna had sensed this woman, odds were she'd been detected herself.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," the redhead said in a loud conversational tone. "You seem like my kind of White Moon, lounging and having a good time."

Sansuna grinned at the other woman's response. Feisty. Definitely her kind of senshi. She shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. She'd never before been asked so directly as to why she was a member of the Dark Mirror Court. No reason to lie, really, especially when she'd been asked so nicely.

"Why? Well, when you're beaten to within an inch of your life by superpowered jerks just because you happened across them ripping the starseed out of a hobo's chest, then you're given the opportunity to gain that same amount of power, well..."

The redhead swept her arms outward in a grandiose fashion, the glimmers of light dotted along her uniform twinkling like captured stars in the dim light.

"Couldn't really say no. I'll find them someday, but the irony that I now need to drain people to stop those guys isn't lost on me. No fatalities from me yet, just naps in trees."

Sansuna jerked a thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of her hapless businessman victim.

"Didn't know anything about White Moon, Chaos, or anything. The Dark Mirror Court was the only one that offered me a choice and I took it. What about you, Sunshine?"

Sansuna seemed to have confused the poor girl. At first she looked angry, then confused. Then she straight up asked for a fight. The Dark Mirror knew there had been something she liked about this White Moon. Forthrightness was always appreciated.

"Alright, you're on," the DMS retorted airily, flicking her ponytail over the shoulder and out of the way while she lowered herself into a ready stance. "Hope you're not like all the other fancy pants Order girl scouts and have powers that can actually put up a challenge. I keep coming across people who shoot bubbles or make you feel sad about stuff. Then they get punched with lightning."

Electricity flickered over Sansuna's knuckles as she spoke, the flickering light highlighting her eager grin in the dim environs of the park.

"Just try to keep up. Here we go!"

Before she'd even finished speaking, the Dark Mirror was in motion and quickly at her impressive top speed. She figured she'd test her opponent with a head-on assault, but that didn't mean she couldn't be a bit tricky. A moment before she reached Vela, Sansuna dropped into a slide along the ground, foot forward and out in an attempt to sweep her foe's legs out from under her.

Sansuna skidded to a stop on the other side of Vela, hopping to her feet and dusting off her sparkly hakama to shake loose any clinging dirt. She was lucky senshi uniforms were a tad more durable than most clothing, otherwise she'd need to keep resummoning it during her battles with all of her rough antics. Her attack had connected more easily than she would have assumed, sending her opponent to the grass with an embarrassed look on the White Moon's features. The Dark Mirror almost felt sorry for her.

"Guess you don't have many people try to trip you eh?" the redhead questioned.

She was surprised this Order girl trusted her enough not to kick her while she was down, as there were no defensive moves from her exceedingly vulnerable position. To be fair, Sansuna wasn't even sure what she was supposed to do if she beat a White Moon in combat. Drag them back to the court to be converted or whatever? Didn't really interest her, and as a basic she couldn't mirrorwalk even if she wanted to.

"Whenever you're ready to keep going," she called, bringing her fists up in a ready stance.

Sansuna shrugged at Vela's response about learning to fight on a real battlefield. She was right, after all. It was either learn to defend yourself or be at the mercy of someone who did know how to hurt you. It was a lesson she'd learned very quickly after her first ill-fated encounter with those Negaverse agents in the alleyway behind the luchador ring, and the Dark Mirror already knew how to fight as a civilian. Unfortunately wrestling moves had little effect on people with super strength and speed.

Now that Sansuna herself had those same perks, though... She clenched a fist, bringing her forearms up to defend against some of Vela's blows while weaving away from others. She'd never be helpless like that again.

"If you want a free hot tip," she called, skipping back to create some distance between herself and Vela, "being fair and honorable are for the dead or the disgustingly strong. Do whatever it takes to win, you can wrestle with your morals after the fight. Case in point."

In a quick spin in place, the Dark Mirror senshi dipped and scooped a loose clod of dirt into her palm. Using her momentum, she flung the dirt in a dusty cloud toward Vela's face. At the same time, she crouched and launched forward at high speed, aiming a solid punch toward her foe's solar plexus.

Sansuna was pleased to see that her underhanded tactic had worked, with her strike landing cleanly while the dirt obscured her foe's vision. It was clear the message had hit home, as the White Moon lashed out violently from the ground and flailed wildly. Always dangerous when they were like that. The Dark Mirror took a glancing blow to the shoulder and sprang back and away, wincing slightly.

"There you go, you can really hit when you want to. That might've really hurt if you'd been aiming rather than trying for the Hail Mary danger windmill thing."

Amusingly, Vela didn't look like she was much in the mood for conversational combat anymore. It looked like she was ready to punch Sansuna's lights out, if the static tingle of magic charging in the air was any indication. Being a senshi of lightning herself, the redhead usually had an inkling of when metaphysical attacks were on the way from the nuanced changes in the atmosphere.

"Good, maybe you're taking this seriously now."

Bright coils of energy danced across the Dark Mirror's knuckles while sparks crackled from the corners of her eyes.

"Suppose I should too. How else are you going to learn? Spoiler alert for the next lesson: fist incoming."

The lightning on Sansuna's hands flared into an approximation of a tiger's claw, hissing and crackling in the still air as the senshi crouched low. Her speed was still her greatest asset, and if Vela didn't get up quickly she'd find herself ill-prepared for this follow-up attack. With a small smirk and a scoff, Sansuna launched forward at an alarming pace to close the gap with her levin-wreathed fist held foremost.

"Flashing Strike!"

This chick was faster than Sansuna'd thought. Dodging a flashing strike? Not bad at all. Admittedly the Dark Mirror could move faster, but her magic was notably unstable. Going at top speed with something akin to a bomb strapped to your fist just sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Unfortunately, missing the blow put Sansuna in a wholly disadvantageous position. There was a lot of follow-through to her magical attack, and dodging any quick counters would be difficult at best. Bracing for a kick or something, the senshi was surprised to see sparks of flame go scattering all about like the petals of a brilliant crimson flower. There was no dodging them all at this range.

Stinging embers pricked at Sansuna's skin, causing her to scowl and skip away once she'd stopped skidding through the packed dirt. Patting a particularly annoying patch of magical flame out, she shook her head and tucked a loose lock of red hair back behind her ear.

"Well that's an irritating feeling, but I guess getting punched doesn't really feel any better. Suppose we're even now."

As she spoke, Sansuna looked about for anything she could use as a ranged weapon. She certainly wasn't about to go charging into a swirling mass of embers, that was for sure. She had to get Vela out of there if she was going to attack directly.

Her eyes fell on the trees all about them. She didn't much like the thought of mutilating one, but just one branch should grow back right? With a small jump and a swift kick to a thick low-hanging branch,Sansuna now found herself holding a rather hefty chunk of wood. Presumably, that little dance her opponent was doing fueled the magic, so...

"Here, catch!"

The Dark Mirror hurled the large branch as hard as she could, sending it spinning through the air like a weighty boomerang.