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Don’t go out at night alone, it was a phrase he was beginning to truly detest. He was a grown adult! One who had traveled the world to make it to this city. He lived in sketchy parts of London and lived alone in an unfamiliar country while trying to make his way in his profession. He could handle himself. Yes, ok, so this city was a bit more dangerous for ‘people like him’, ones who held power within them. Not that he had known that until he stepped foot into this bizarre city. And that first time, it was rough but she had ended up more hurt then he had. The bank thing was dicey but well… Other than getting wet it wasn’t like anything happened. He knew that she was only looking out for him but he still chafed at it. He didn’t need a babysitter. Nor did he need someone to protect him. He could take care of himself, thank you very much!

The warnings lurked in the back of his mind as he went about at night. His steps moving faster as got further and further from the bar that his new coworkers dragged him too. It wasn’t until he came to a stop that he realized he was letting his imagination push him to acting like a child. A scared little child. One who was weary of the monster under the bed and the creature in the closet. A little boy who jumped at shadows. Well, he was now the person who lived in the shadows. The one who fought in the darkness. Finding a quiet spot to ‘power up’ didn’t mean he was scared. Not at all. Just ment he was cautious. After all, anything could be waiting in the night, waiting to pounce. He was just prepared to defend himself if the need arose.

Sigiriya did his best to keep all his senses open as he drifted from isolated shadow to isolated shadow. Avoiding even the minute human interaction since he knew that as a ‘fighter for justice’ that he could get in quite a bit of trouble if caught by the regular public.

It's a shame he was more concerned about being spotted by cops than by something… or someone… who would much rather see him dead rather than arrested.

He had made it to the sketchy shelter of a few trees when suddenly fog surrounded him. Before he could do anything, two arms in armor wrapped around his upper torso, nearly pinning his arms to his side. Lucky for Sig he had actually been training in this exact situation pretty damn recently. The reasoning was that apparently the negaverse liked to teleport behind their targets so ‘one must always be prepared to be grabbed from behind’. It was drilled into his head. First he drove his elbow into his attacker’s gut, he didn’t really get a chance to follow through since his attack hit solid metal causing him to hiss in pain. That freaking hurt.

Trying to keep in mind that whoever was grappling him was likely covered in full plate mail like a freaking nutter Sig skipped some of his more strike heavy counter attacks that were meant to get the attacker to loosen the grip. Instead he went with one that was meant to take them both to the ground where he figured the fellow who thought plate mail was a good idea would end up on their back like a flipped turtle. A real, ‘I’ve fallen and I can’t get up’ moment. Using momentum and speed he stepped out and shifted until his leg was behind the plate covered legs of his attacker. Right as he was dropping them both to the ground the figure disappeared with a laugh leaving him holding nothing but air and flat on his back.

“Bloody hell,” Sig muttered as he scrambled to get to his feet. Something, or more likely someone, was playing some nasty tricks on him.

((He is trying to do this counter - Rear Bear Hug, Drop Option))

Sig hissed in surprise when he got stomped on, practically pinned to the ground by a wild haired woman. He winced as she dug her heel into his chest. He was really starting to feel like he had gotten on the bad side of some karmic a** since this is the fourth corrupt he had encountered… granted that one guy wasn’t actually all that bad. He was not a fan of being stepped on, not even in other circumstances, so with a huff he clutched at her foot that was currently keeping him on the ground. “Get. Off.” He grunted, trying to mussel her off of him but she was heavy. Like trying to force a bolder. She wasn’t moving. Not even as he did his best to add more leverage to his ‘throw’. She just ignored him, offhandedly mentioning Ida.

He ignored her, still trying to get him off of her, at least until she forced her hand into his chest, fingers closing upon the little crystal that was his starseed. Now that elicited a reaction from him. Green eyes went wide at the shock and pain even as every muscle in his body went taught like a stretched rubber band, his grip around her ankle spasming slightly. His breathing was erratic and stuttered but even that seemed to stop when she squeezed. He howled in pain as his entire body involuntarily arched upwards, trying to buck the invader off. His grip on her foot and ankle tightened so much even his fingers hurt, the bones and tendons shifting under his grip, not that it was anything compared to what it felt like right then in his chest.

’It is the worst pain imaginable’ was how having your starseed messed with was described to him. If Sig was capable of cognitive thought right then he would have called that little nugget of information a complete understatement. It hurt so much more than just ‘imaginable’. So, so, much worse.

She'd been following the energy signatures when she finally came onto the scene and the sight that greeted her turned Ida cold, her heart squeezing in her chest in panic.

She recognized the colors of the page on the ground, the page she couldn't sense any more, and the corrupt that stood above him held something as she kicked the unconcious man. True anger flashed through the eternal, swamping the panicked concern. What kind of an evil b***h kicked an unconcious person? Wasn't it enough that she'd more or less killed him, by removing the starseed that glowed faintly in her hand?

Ida didn't wait to summon her magic. She wasn't sure how it would affect the exposed starseed and she wasn't willing to risk Sigiriya's life with it. Instead, she rushed the corrupt from behind, using her superior speed to get up on her, hopefully before she could react. A flash of falling petals and the rush of feathers came just before the explosion of a royal's signature, and Ida put all of that new strength into the punch she threw straight at the corrupt's head.

Sig... She'd thought about the Page often since he'd first appeared, no small amount of worry carrying her mind back to him. She'd hoped being with the super senshi would have kept him safer than otherwise, but this was just all of her fears brought into being. God, please be okay... She just had to get that starseed back into his chest...

One second she was mid kick, the next second she was heading a** over heels over towards the trees. There had been a huge energy signature and then just the feeling of getting hit by a boxer. She hadn't even realized that she had dropped that starseed in the process as she landed in the brush. Sitting up she was seeing stars and decided that it probably was a good idea to get the hell out of there. She saw the feathery-winged lady standing over the guy she had been beating up on and thought only one thing.

Nope not today

She was not going to go against one of the princesses, at least not without a large group to try and ambush her. Stepping back into the trees even more, she cursed and made her way away from the area. She would tell Chrysocolla and Croconite about this, at least they would hopefully not think too badly of her for dropping the star seed when a princess decided to send her into next Tuesday.

Beatrix waited until she was quite a few alleys away before powering down and making her way towards the bus to go home. She didn't know how far the princess could track her exactly since she hadn't read that far in the guides because she never thought she would encounter one. Maybe it was time to get a bit more serious about the order side of things since she had the draining duties locked in.

Pain.

Pain was his first conscious thought. It hurt. It hurt so much. It felt like his entire left side was on fire but the main point of red hot pain right then was his shoulder… the one that was being squeezed. “Hurts,” he wheezed out, trying to take deeper breaths but even that hurt. In fact it hurt to just breathe. Each inhale felt like a band was tightening around his chest.

Green eyes flickered open but were unfocused and quickly drifted closed again even as a frown formed on his face. Trying to focus at least internally. “Can’t. Breathe.” Each word was labored. He tried to shift, trying to ease the pressure he felt on his chest, only to find himself in a world of hurt. The move caused him to gasp as the pain radiated from his hand, his shoulder area, and tightened around his chest. Unfortunately the gasp dragged a series of coughs out of him which just made the pain so, so, so much worse. Much worse than the time he broke his arm as a kid. Or when he got into a fight in college and lost badly.

Each cough sent lightning across the insides of his closed eyelids even as darkness started to eat at the edges. “Hur-ts.” Left hand didn’t want to move so he awkwardly pawed at his own chest, around his rib cage where it felt like there was a rapidly constricting band. “Can’t. Brea-the.” His words were getting more and more stilted even as his moves became more feeble. “Call. Hel-p.” He knew he was pretty seriously injured, more than he had ever been before.

Sig forced open his eyes and did his best to focus on Ida, mostly just focusing on the color of her uniform, knowing that the pain was rapidly overwhelming him. “Tell. Not. Her. Fa-ult.” It wasn’t exactly what one would call proper English but it would get the point across. With that done he closed his eyes and just let the pain take him away, passing out right there in the grass, his breathing still labored and stilted.