After that fight with the other senshi she met a couple days back, Saleeite was a bit more careful in terms of starting things. She did not want to be pricked again, no sir. She was about to go drain a civilian when she felt an order signature approaching. Instead of wasting time, she ran towards the feeling with every intention of getting the upper hand rather quickly. As soon as she saw the…Knight? Rainbow sherbert? Come to think of it, she was wondering if she had some sherbet ice cream at home? That might be something she stops at the store for when she is on her way home.
Why was this knight so…Bright?
So far, the ones she encountered were all dark…It was weird to see one with pastel colors, standing out like an awkward lamppost. Eh, oh well…As soon as she was within range, Saleeite threw her chain kunai at the knight, sharp end first of course.
Even after sensing the Chaos signature, Kiringul went about his business. He had busied himself with cleaning up an incredibly distasteful slur that had been tagged on one of the park tables. Now, why he had to do that while he was powered was pretty simple–he had more strength in this form. More speed, too. If he could do this without making his home a target for anyone Chaos-aligned, he certainly would. It was like being on some kind of clean steroid while being domestically productive, and that was amazing!
But also stupid.
He realized that just a little bit too late, having sidestepped just in time to avoid getting stabbed but still getting sliced rather nicely ******** sake!" he yelled out into the ether, grabbing at the chain attached to the...
"Kunai?!" he went on with the yelling as he wrapped it around his hand and blindly pulled as hard as he possibly could. He only realized the Chaos signature was right on top of him as he processed the pain of getting sliced like a helpless loaf of bread.
Ohhh how cute…
Saleeite giggled to herself and casually walked towards the knight, snapping her fingers to bring back her weapon into her hand. “There! Helped ya out!” Instead of walking away, she swung the chain kunai in a circle as she got closer. “Why are you scrubbing at some graffiti? You know that's someone else's job right?” Her head tilted as she kept getting closer, “So, since you were scrubbing I'm assuming you're one of those knights that don't fight or you're just a baby backed b***h?” She wasn't one to judge on fashion but…To be out here so boldly with an outfit like that, looking like desert?
Maybe she was on the wrong side if those are the colors she could wear.
“Anyway, you can either run or I can have some fun…Which one do you want?” She didn't wait for an answer before running towards her target, still swinging the kunai in a circle. Either he would move or she would get to slice him up a bit more, whichever one would still be fun for her.
Kiringul's eyes snapped over to the approaching Captain, brows quirked when the kunai reappeared in her hand. How awesome would it be if Knights could do the equivalent with theirs, he thought in passing...
Not that it made that much of a difference for him, given his weapon and magic were more supportive in nature. That, in and of itself, should have been reason enough for him to try and find a partner to patrol with whenever he decided to go out. Or at least maybe put in some effort in learning a bit of hand-to-hand combat so he wasn't completely helpless.
Bit too late as far as this encounter went, though.
"Why do you people all have such a weird idea of what the word 'fun' means?" he grumbled while he considered the options she'd presented him.
It was pretty simple, thankfully, so without wasting another second, the Squire...turned and ran for it.
Cowardly? Maybe. Shameful? ******** no. What the ******** else was he supposed to do when she had a stabby-stabby thing on a chain–not to mention teleporting capabilities–and all he had was a glorified calling horn? It was pretty, yes–absolutely.
Pretty useless in fights.
But he did his best. He always did. He had people he wanted to get home to, after all.
So as he ran, he quickly lifted his horn to his mouth, took as giant a breath as he could manage, and blew into the damned thing like his life depended on it. Because it kind of did, and he was acutely aware of it.
Squire — Kiringul takes a deep breath and blows into the horn, however no sound comes directly out of it. Instead, the sound goes directly into the ears of anyone within a 10ft radius; the sound varies between listeners.
For opponents it causes the listener to become disoriented in some way (the sound and how it disorients the listener is up to the player) as their mind becomes lost in the vastness of cosmic eternity. It essentially renders them unable to focus as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic, and they can feel confused and dazed and out of place with their surroundings.
For allies it gives the listener a soothing sort of clarity, as though they have come out of a peaceful eternity, and allows them to focus better as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic. The sound has a maximum duration of 30 seconds.
For opponents it causes the listener to become disoriented in some way (the sound and how it disorients the listener is up to the player) as their mind becomes lost in the vastness of cosmic eternity. It essentially renders them unable to focus as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic, and they can feel confused and dazed and out of place with their surroundings.
For allies it gives the listener a soothing sort of clarity, as though they have come out of a peaceful eternity, and allows them to focus better as long as Kiringul is channeling his magic. The sound has a maximum duration of 30 seconds.
Oh wow…
A knight that…Ran away? How interesting [and smart].
The agent decided to give chase, stowing away her weapon so she could have more momentum. Despite the fact that she was more amused than angry that he decided to run, she still felt like she was being cheated out of a good fight or at least a good beat ‘em up session. She saw that he was lifting something up [was that a horn?], then blowing into it, but there was no sound. What the ********? Saleeite was mid step when she felt the disorientation hit her and she fell with a squeak. She couldn't focus her vision and the world was spinning in all the wrong ways, causing her to feel more than a little nauseous.
In order to keep from vomiting on the pavement, the agent just sat there to wait out whatever it was she got hit with. Calling Polarite was going to be a must after this or maybe she should call Chal? The general might be the better option since she was sure Polar would go hunting and while that was always just so ******** hot whenever he was like that, she had some respect for the knight that got away. It took balls to do something like that and not worry about what your opponent thought about you.
One day she wanted to run into that knight again, but maybe this time she would ask questions, specifically about why he looked like sherbert.
The relief that washed over him when, after looking over his shoulder to see if she decided to chase after him, he saw that the agent had taken a seat some distance back, and between his running and her just...sitting there....she was soon out of sight.
It was only when the Chaos signature disappeared that he stopped running, and...eventually he was keeled over and dry heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Which took a minute, but that was how it usually was when he was running for his life. Which...
Well. He did way too often, but that was neither here nor there. It came with the territory of being a Knight and all.
"I could probably stand to learn how to actually fight," he eventually said as he straightened himself out. It wasn't the first time he had the thought, but maybe after this latest brush with potential death...it would finally stick.
