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Amateru hoped that his bulk would give most of these Negaverse Agents some pause when deciding whether or not to engage with him. Until he slogged his way back to being an Eternal senshi, he wouldn't have his aggressive magic, and needed to rely on casual intimidation. It had been a long time since he'd needed to really act like that, but he had to start pulling himself together.

He had Elkurud back. He needed to be the partner his lover needed him to be. Not the moping, barely-there person he'd been before the night of the Calamitous Hollow.

Of course, he hadn't truly anticipated running into an officer that would be stronger than him. That would have a real weapon that could cause real, lasting consequences.

Vesuvianite knew what he had to do. The only reason that Chaos cannon worked against the Hollow was because of the vigilance of the agents. Of course, now with so much depleted, they needed to get their stores back up. He didn't want them all to be dangerously low the next time a world-eating snake from beyond the stars came to chomp down on Earth like a sad little jawbreaker.

He'd always be here to protect Earth, and that simply meant they needed to harvest energy for their weapons. He wasn't about to let anybody get in his way.

Which meant, of course, that the moment he saw the hulking basic senshi, some alien or other, obviously on the prowl to stop the Negaverse from doing their goddamn job, he scowled. He wasn't about to let any Lieutenants come to harm from this guy just because he was out here on some self-righteousness mission.

Brandishing his sickle, he shouted, "Go home, right now, before I hurt you."

"Before you hurt me?" Amateru repeated with raised eyebrows. "Well, ain't that a little presumptuous of you? I don't think you should go 'round threatenin' folks who haven't done a thing to ya yet."

He crossed his arms and lifted his chin a little, staring down Vesuvianite, wholly unimpressed on the outside, but undoubtedly sweating on the inside. That sickle looked fierce, and he did not want to mess with it.

Still, he felt the familiar aura of Elkurud and caught him in his peripheral, so he just worked on keeping Vesuvianite's focus. The agent wouldn't know what was coming, if they were lucky. Working together like this felt... assuring. Good. Like old times.

Vesuvianite scowled and opened his mouth, only for a pained cry to exit it rather than the words he'd been wanting to use. He stumbled forward and slung his arm with the sickle backwards as fast and as hard as he could while reaching forward with his free hand, trying to regain balance before totally falling over.

Don't get caught between them. Instinct kicked in and he whirled 90 degrees, backing up so he could keep both of the senshi in his sights and holding his sickle in front of himself defiantly.

"Threatening people who've done nothing? Oh, in the same way you self-righteous pigs chase down Lieutenants just doing their jobs?" he ranted, out of breath. Damn, that punch had hurt. His back would definitely be sore in the morning.

"To protect them," Vesuvianite snapped back instantly, scowling harder. "I'm pretty sure I saw both of you at the fight with the Calamitous Hollow, actually. Do either of you recall our lovely Chaos cannon? How do you think we powered that thing? Energy has to come from somewhere. Think of it this way; even though they still don't know it and probably never will, most of Destiny City participated in saving their own planet. Where do you think we'd be if the Negaverse hadn't come with our cannon? We are here to protect Earth, and you go out and harass us for doing what we need to do to ensure Earth keeps living, unlike your planets. We don't even need the senshi of Earth to do it with. We have our own power."

He noted the pigeon senshi bleeding with satisfaction. Good, at least he'd got a hit in. The senshi's next words, however, did give him pause. He'd heard about the thousand years ago thing. And if these people were competent fighters that long ago, it was quite possible they hadn't gotten rusty in the interim. Even if the senshi was lying his a** off, Vesuvianite was still outnumbered. So with no further chitchat, he teleported to the Negaverse.

Amateru loved Elkurud so, so much. Gods, he wanted to sweep his man into his arms and kiss him for hours on end. Perhaps after they both got home... It wasn't like Jupiter much minded if they weren't exactly quiet with each other. The way Elkurud cornered the agent, working together like well-oiled machine; the way Elkurud threatened the agent with such class was truly a gift; and while the agent's words gave him cause for concern, the man still ran away when it came down to it.

"You're hurt," he said, walking over to Elkurud and holding out a hand. "Let me see."

Amateru huffed a little laugh. He couldn't help it, even if he was equally disturbed by the officer's words, Elkurud was just... too cute when he was angry like this. His heart felt warm with the love he carried for his fiance.

"I hardly need to wrap it, my love," he said with another little laugh, wiping the blood away and bringing Elkurud's injury to his face. He gave it a little kiss.

"Bully Beeves."

His magic felt a little odd, but it stuttered to life and he watched, pleased, as Elkurud's cut slowly healed over, leaving nothing but a little bit of a blood stain, and that could easily be washed.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked gently, still holding Elkurud's arm with one hand as he reached out to cup Elkurud's face with the other. "Anything else I should worry about tonight, hm? Or should I even listen to your answer, since you didn't want me to worry about this little cut?" He grinned teasingly.