Winter was coming to an end, how dreadful that was, and his own home planet was still far too warm for him to spend much time there. He could, he'd lived there for a thousand years, but he didn't want to spend time there when it was so warm. So he dealt with the slowly warming tempatures of Earth because it was still cooler than his homeworld. Soon he would fix things, he had no choice in the matter, he needed a place that was cool enough to spend his time and here was simply not it. He couldn't live on his planet for long periods of time, at least not without a food source, but he could bring food from Earth up there and preserve it once his home was cold and frozen over again.

It was because his planet had been taken over by chaos that he was here and it was because of it that he fought to keep this planet from becoming like his own was. He would keep this planet alive and keep the chaos at bay, if they could win against it he'd be even more pleased, but for now they were keeping it from winning and that would do.

Each youma that he killed, two small ones tonight, was another step in the right direction as fara s he was concerned. Even though it seemed like there was a never ending supply of youma which kept coming up from the depths of chaos.

Walking around a corner the ancient senshi was keeping to himself at the moment, he sensed nothing in the area, but he knew that could change at any minute and was ready for it - as he always was.