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It seemed that with warmer weather, the White Moon Senshi found reason to crawl out of their hiding holes. Like insects, they tended to leave him well alone during the winter months, but now that the days were getting longer and the n** of cold was less of a burden, Vauxite had found himself harassed by them more often than not when trying to fulfill his quota for the month.

Unamused, his slate-blue eyes looked the Senshi up and down, taking in her form and figure. “Heh…” Like all Senshi, corrupts included, Vauxite was well aware that she had magic where he did not. However, he couldn’t help but wonder if her wording was more metaphorical since it didn’t look like she’d be able to kick very well with those pants she had on.

Truth be told, if it wasn’t for her signature, he would have thought she was nothing more than a caroler that got the date wrong on their calendar. All in all she appeared rather unassuming. Although, as the famous saying went; appearance are often deceiving. For one who exued that level of confidence, Vauxite couldn’t dismiss her completely.

Instead, he smirked.

The anger he would have felt had been somewhat quelled after conversations with his General, Rakovanite. Nonetheless, he was still less than inclined to partake in conversation or attempt to deescalate the situation. Information gathering just wasn’t something he was interested in, nor was making friends.

Vauxite summoned both icicle weapons to his hands. While they looked real enough, they were in fact comprised of some hardened plastic material. Still, he pivoted on one foot and threw one at Angelica before dashing towards her and throwing the other. The first one, as he knew, missed by at least a foot since he was not left-hand dominant, and was resummoned back to his hand before it hit the ground behind her.

The other… well…

Much like all other Senshi he had encountered, she too had magic at her disposal despite them being of similar rank. Vauxite had charged at her expecting some sort of reaction and was unsurprised when she moved to throw something at him.

He raised one arm to protect his face and tried ducking below it while still charging towards her with his other arm pulled back with the intent to throw a punch at her when close. Some of the pine needles, however, made contact with his coat sleeve and exploded in a puff of light green smoke.

Her magic was indeed unexpected in that he had expected there to be pain from the needles, or something unpleasant. Instead, the area was filled with an overwhelming smell of freshly cut trees; much like when his family would go to a tree farm before Christmas to cut down and bring them home to decorate.

The memory made his upper lip curl into a snarl.

What had once been a pleasant reminder of how things used to be was now nothing more than a sore spot as this last Christmas was the first holiday he had ever missed with his family. However, with his new identity, Vauxite was reminded that those small family get-togethers that he had once taken for granted, were effectively over. Never again would he be able to go home to visit his mother or his sister, Jenna; at least his father was there to console them but that ******** had been waiting for him to essentially die so he could swoop in and win his wife back without his shameful son in the picture.

Seemed that at least one person was gladdened by the outcome of all this.

Vauxite sidestepped to the right to get to a spot where he could perhaps see a bit better, then once more pressed forward and once he was within striking distance he summoned the second icicle back to his free hand and took a swing at Angelica.

When she brushed passed him, Vauxite turned, rolled his shoulder after dismissing both weapons, and watched her fleeting form until she was out of his aura sensing range. The smell of spruce lingered even in her absence, but by the time he could no longer see nor feel her, the scent had dissipated.

For all the work he’d done with Rakovanite, all it took was some magic to trigger his anger and undo all their progress. “How annoying…” he sneered.

Despite all Angelica’s confidence in that opening speech about kicking a** and taking names, it seemed she had enough sense to flee when it became apparent that the odds were not in her favor. Vauxite, however, was not of the mind to continue with his patrol and powered down once he was sure it was safe to do so.

His energy quota had been met, all he had to do was turn it into his General so he could take the rest of the week off. Lord knew he needed it.