If Janggunite had his way, he wouldn’t be caught in any fights with the White Moon. It was simply not an activity he found enjoyable or rewarding (and frankly, he felt uncomfortable with the… sensations brought on by adrenaline). But he rarely had his way. He still had to go out and try to be useful for the Negaverse. The methods of harvest were becoming more streamlined, but perhaps it was the Creature merged to him that compelled Janggunite to want More than just ‘enough.’
The man across from him was no more human than Jan was, with pointed ears and greyish skin. And the peculiar little grin on his face made the half-Youma Captain confident that he was not going to ‘mind his business.’ Which was a shame, since Jan really hadn’t intended to hurt anyone- but he could see that he was going to have to now.
He’d had his claws sunk into the shirt of some nobody civilian. He hadn’t wanted their starseed, only their energy, and he wasn’t going to leave them collapsed out in the middle of a winter night.
But now he had this guy in front of him, and that made Janggunite significantly less amenable to concerns about random strangers.
He dropped the civilian from his hold, turning to face the more dangerous enemy. Janggunite didn’t have any weapons, but neither would a Senshi, and his own fangs and claws looked to be much sharper than anything a White Moon could wield.
And in all fairness, Lovas was not planning on minding his own business-
But he had also never seen anyone so… creaturely. This agent wasn’t an alien, like Lovas himself was, but a human that had been warped by Chaos into something entirely different. At least he had significant experience in dealing with the likes of people like that… And so despite the strength of the aura, despite the menacing glint of fangs and claws, Lovas felt no trepidation.
He didn’t like to wait and see what dangers he faced before acting on his own, so the Captain barely had the opportunity to turn toward him before Lovas called his magic.
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Sailor Scout Attack -- Take care, or you might break something~
For thirty seconds, targets in a ten-foot radius around Lovas will believe that their bones are just a touch more fragile, thinking a stray step may risk a broken ankle, or a misswing could cause a broken wrist. Taking a hit may crack a rib. While the magic doesn’t cause any actual broken bones, the fear of it inspires caution and deliberate care. All sensations end when the magic does, but at player discretion, characters may take more damage than they usually would. Three uses.
For thirty seconds, targets in a ten-foot radius around Lovas will believe that their bones are just a touch more fragile, thinking a stray step may risk a broken ankle, or a misswing could cause a broken wrist. Taking a hit may crack a rib. While the magic doesn’t cause any actual broken bones, the fear of it inspires caution and deliberate care. All sensations end when the magic does, but at player discretion, characters may take more damage than they usually would. Three uses.
