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Puck was on the hunt.

Out on his nightly patrol, the Eternal Senshi had caught the faint aura of a Negaverse agent lurking in the vicinity of the Arts District. His home. That was way too close for comfort, even knowing that Chaos lurked everywhere in Destiny City. He didn't want anything happening to his family, or to Sid – because even though she was actually Eternal Sailor Eros, he knew full well she wasn't a combat monster like he was. If he thought about it, he knew she could probably take care of herself, one way or another (he didn't know what her magic was, for one thing, despite her sharing his house for years), but he didn't want to take the chance.

So he leapt from rooftop to rooftop amongst the lofts and converted warehouses of the Arts District, hunting down the unwanted Chaos agent that had dared to venture onto his turf.

The closer he got to where the signature was emanating from, the stronger it got, and the more he was able to glean from it. It felt pretty strong, so it was likely a General. Puck grinned to himself at that – since becoming an Eternal, he knew he could hold his own with Generals. Hell, he held his own with them even as a Super! This made the prospect of a fight even more entertaining. He knew it wasn't his nemesis Faustite, though; that signature he knew by heart, and this wasn't it.

Who was it?

Leaping down from the rooftops to search through the streets and alleys, Puck was ready to lay down some damage on whichever General it was. He rounded a corner and spotted pink – and immediately knew who had invaded his patch of real estate: Sylvite, that b***h who had stabbed Cybele in the back with a dagger. The blood everywhere, the walk to the hospital, it all came back to him. So did his anger at her.

"Who needs backup?" he growled in response. "I'll sort you out myself."

The Eternal stopped and pointed at her. "Wild Copse," he called out. General Sylvite deserved to be in a cage.

"You're a snarky one, aren't you?" Puck gave her a little smirk as he strolled closer to the magical time-out he'd put Sylvite in – not too close, though, as he remembered her sharp knives. She could throw them at him from between the trees if she wanted to, but it sounded like she was simply going to wait for the magic to dissipate. Smart girl.

His smirk was replaced by a snarl. "I've wanted a go at you ever since I came upon you and Cybele," he growled. "You nearly did her in, and I know why." He stopped and crossed his arms. "You couldn't take losing your little pet, could you? She betrayed you by purifying."

He knew the prison of saplings wouldn't last much longer, so he lowered his arms and readied himself for whatever Sylvite had in mind to do to him, most likely attempt to stab him. The smirk returned and he looked her dead in the eyes. "Come on, b***h, let's dance," he said, gesturing at her to come for him as the copse faded into nothing.

Luckily, Puck fell for the General's feint, lunging to his left; if he hadn't, he would have gotten a much bigger gash in his right shoulder than he ended up with. Still, it was a significant cut. "s**t!" he barked, wheeling about with a snarl. Sylvite's knives were razor-sharp, to the point he almost didn't realize he'd been cut until the blood started to flow. "I keep ********' forgetting you people can teleport." Well, if she wanted to fight dirty, he would be more than happy to oblige.

Snaking out his right hand as fast as he could, he made to grab Sylvite by the offending wrist. He lashed out with a leg to try to kick her in the side at the same time, hoping he was quick enough with both moves to nail her before she bamfed out of reach.

"Murder is all you lot seem to understand," he said as his leg swung for her. "I don't blame Cybele one bit."

Still holding onto Sylvite's wrist, Puck yelped and swung his leg out of harm's way. The other leg stayed put, though, and the sharp dagger neatly sliced through his trousers, dislodging a few leaves, and embedded itself in his thigh. He howled at the pain and leapt back, releasing his grip on her and freeing himself from the blade in his leg.

"You're all murderers," he hissed as he clutched at his wound. "I know you steal starseeds and give 'em to your boss-lady, if you don't eat them yourselves." He remembered the captain he killed, remembered the horrible sensation of hands in his chest, fingers grasping his starseed. First that captain, then Faustite.

They were all monsters – more monstrous than the youmas they kept as pets.

With renewed adrenaline, he charged her with a guttural roar, hands balled into fists. Even if he got stabbed again, he had to take this b***h down.

Puck got a good swing in, and a solid hit, knocking the Negaverse General off her feet and back about a yard or so before she caught her balance. Instead of charging her again, though, he just stood there across from her, shoulders hunched as if preparing to lunge and grapple with her. The pain from her attacks was evident on his face, twisted into a mask of fury.

"No, I believe you," he rasped, his breathing a bit ragged. "You don't have to. That's what you Generals have underlings for, to go out and harvest energy and starseeds for you." He allowed a wicked smirk to cross his lips. "Well, you're down one underling at least, now that Cybele has come back to us."

Bracing himself for Sylvite to attack him again, he stood still, dripping blood, the smirk firmly in place as if it was a dare.

Puck knew he'd hit that raw nerve again, and he grinned. Leaping back lessened the impact of the sharp knives a little, but Sylvite was moving fast and both of her blades still managed to slice him deeply across the chest. He hissed in pain, his grin turning into a grimace as more blood flowed, turning his white shirt red.

"Yeah, pull the other one, it's got bells on," he growled. In her own way, she was really no different than Faustite as far as he was concerned; different methods to achieve the same goal. And he'd seen too many Negaverse agents with their hands in some poor b*****d's chest to believe otherwise.

He charged forward toward her and grabbed her by the shoulders, intending to use his favorite move on her and give Sylvite the head-butt to end all head-butts.

This time Puck rammed his head into Sylvite's with sufficient force that he rang his own bell a little bit. He had no problem stepping back so he could clear his head as the General brandished her knife at him again. But he knew he'd hit the mark by the way she was behaving, and he grinned.

You could take the Brit out of the pub brawl, but you could never take the pub brawl out of the Brit.

"Had enough?" he smirked, wiping his chest with one hand and smearing blood across his skin.