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Forsterite was exhausted from a long day of work. She was irritated with some of her more troublesome students at Romano's but she knew she had to remain professional while working. That was why it was after hours when she could power up to go patrol for energy, taking her time and thinking. And if she ran into any senshi or other order faction people along the way, all the better to take her frustrations out on them.

Usually, Forsterite enjoyed unwinding after work by tending to her many, many plants, but while that could help her relax, sometimes she just had extra anger pent up that she needed some way to channel into doing something physical. Sparring or training in martial combat, for example, since she had no weapons as a lieutenant that she could fight with.

When she has no one to spar with, however, and attacking lifeless training dummies brought her no satisfaction, that was when she thought it was the perfect time to go out on patrol. Especially in the part of the city where White Moon Senshi were most commonly seen and known to be found.

Susanoo was.... Quiet tonight. Preoccupied with planning. He was hoping to put Clara in touch with Gagarin soon, and his tiny angry friend was back stateside already recovering, but he was also making way for some meetings in his usual work hours. Susanoo wasn't admitting to himself he bullied him into it....

He bullied him into it. If oinly gently!... Because if Gagarin made him cover his route a second week Susanoo was going to scream with some of his schoolwork. Live experience was going better. Supervised or not he was handling his patients well enough, but tonight he was out walking, deep in thought, still marbvelling that next year he'd be a [o]PhD. Doctor Tucana. EDoctor Susanoo? Doctor Sailor Susanoo? Regardless, a therapist! He could really help people! Mopre than as a patrolling senshi, at any rate. That gave him energy to keep focus on his education as he walked his route, wooden sandals on the pavement clacking softly as he wqalked, and paused at an auyrea, looking about. Oh. Chaos. Could be a threat. Might not be, but he never knew, so he was cautious beginning to trackj it, his posture and body language falling into a huinter's stalk from years huinting deer and duck, and other edible fauna in the area, moving with practiced silence born of it.

Forsterite sensed the senshi's order energy signature before she saw them, frowning as she looked around the park. She hadn't even gotten to drain the energy of anyone yet before one of them had shown up, but she supposed it only made sense given as she had gone to a place where she knew they often patrolled. Taking on a fighting stance, she faced the direction she thought she sensed the energy signature. At the very least, it seemed they were on the same level. Someone she could take her frustrations of the day out on at last.

"You may as well come out," she called, waiting as she tried to be mentally prepared for anything that could come her way. Senshi didn't fight fair, after all; always using some strange type of magic or other that was nearly impossible to predict because there was such a variety in the types of attacks their magic could do. "I know you're there."

Susanoo paused, eyes narrowing with a cold, sharp look, perfectly still. He was used to being the muscle. At least, with Gagarin or Oumuamua, but then... He was also used to a good brawl, considering his brother Zayne liked to fight. They both had but... Susanoo matured. Zayne?.... Susanoo didn't want to think of what might happen if Zayne met Chaos. He was just glad Zayne didn't seem powered or.... Ugh. He didn't need to think of that.

Plainly this Agent, however, wanted a fight. Pity.

"You sure you want that?" Susanoo asked, voice low, predatory, like a hunter stalking his prey.

"...What do you mean, 'am I sure'?" Forsterite asked incredulously. "Are you saying you would let me go if I didn't? Or are you urging me to give up before the fight even starts just so you can have your way?"

Susanoo chuckled ominously.

"Because if it's a fight with me you want I'm not above pulling my punches. And I'd prefer not to have to resort to that. You surely have peoiple who'd be upset if you cqame home wounded."

Susanoo wanted people to make it home.... But he wasn't above breaking bones. Above resorting to using force. He just didn;'/t want to without cause. But... If she wanted a fight...

Susanoo shifted his weight as the leavres shifted. A warning.

"'Punches'?" the Negaverse agent repeated. "Since when do you people fight with punches? Arent you always using your magic instead?"

His words about people being upset caused her frown to deepen. "Hmph. None that I can think of," she muttered. She lived alone, her sister in the UK. At best, she thought, maybe her neighbor. "Is that a threat? You're so certain you can win against me?"

He laughed. That was the first thing Susanoo did. It wasn't warm, it was cold, amused. Oh. Oh good. As much as he wanted to offer therapy to all factions, he also knew when someone didn't wanbt help or might not. And he? Would have a clear conscience now he offered a warning.

He emerged from where he hid with a stalk, silent. Tall. Six feet of a layeted fuku, but also sheer muscle masked by layers of magic linen, and a wide, feral grin on his face.

"Not all of us need to rely on magic to fend off someone without the sense toi stand down. But no, I don't harm families."

There was an unspoken 'Unlike some' in the air, but his bright blue eyes flashed like cold blue fire.

Forsterite was rather short; 5 feet, 6 or 7 inches, but that was with heels. Without, she was more 5 foot 3 or 4 inches. So when the taller senshi came up to her, she tried not to seem intimidated, standing her ground, her expression impassive.

"You're the one without the sense to stand down," she retorted. "If you even have any sense at all. Are you saying you don't harm anyone you know who has a family?"

"I'm saying," Susanoo rumbled. "I'd porefer anyone looking for a fight not have to explain injuries when they go home if they pick a fight with me." It was said with an uncanny, flat and cold calm, a still before a storm. Sure, magic was easy. And he saw his as a tooil. But Susanoo spent his childhood, teen years, and some adult with a sibling who liked to fight and wrestle without holdsing bsck... And neither he nor Susanoo were exactly knbown to not keep in shape. Susanoo stayed too still. Too alert, watching with a smirk and tracking every move.

"So quyick to assume. To scapegoat." Buit he supposed it couldn't be helped.

"Now... Are you sure you want to test your luck?"

"Luck has nothing to do with it," Forsterite insisted before aiming a hard, high kick at his side. "I'm not afraid of you. Or your kind."

The kick connectedm, and hard. Susanoo stumbled to the siude only three steps, and.,.. Grinned. Too wide. Too sharp. Excited.

"Oh, good." Susanoo said, grinning wolfishly, eyes suddenly far too esxcited. "I haven't had fun out here in a while."

The senshi didn't use his magic. He easily could - but instead, Susanoo chose to begin with his favored method... He lunged, swingfing to attempt an uppercut. He wasn 't afraid either.

Forsterite, who hadn't expected to get hit physically at all, got caught directly by the uppercut and swayed to keep her balance. She wondered if she could try draining his energy to give her an advantage, but she didn't dare stay still for so long when he could have attacked her in the meantime. Especially if he meant to do hand-to-hand combat.

She crouched down and attempted to sweep his legs out from under him with her own leg. "Had any formal training?"

Susanoo moved. Jumped. Talking mid-fight? Well he could do that and the grin remained. Feral. Wild.

"A bit of formal. A bit sheer experience." He was calm. He had ample experience. He lowered himself ionto a combative stance, watching. Buyt talking was good too. Hm.

"Consider me lucky enough to learn." He focused on remaining on his feet before dropping to do a sweep kick of his own. He aimed to knock Forterite down, but if it didn't work -- well, he wasn't licked. And so far, at least she didn't bite.

The split second he dropped before doing his sweep kick, she realized what was happening and quickly jumped to avoid it just as he had. Having her own move against her...well, she supposed that was fair. But why wasn't he using any magic on her? That was unnerving. Was his just not the offensive kind?

Suddenly curious to see what he would do, she came at him with a series of jabs and a couple of kicks to discover how he prepared to deal with the sudden onslaught.

He should not be having this much fun. Finally, he had a non-familial challenge, and Susanoo met her attacks wioth practiced defenses and movements,m the kind boprn of untrained wrestling and fighting, his grin widening as he moved to catch a jab-- his arm and wrist bent back, but Susanoo didn't mind. He puit real muscle into holding on, and he pushed - hard, hostile, and vicious, eyes wide, wondering how she'd responmd.

This was fun even if he probably sprained his wrist.

The lieutenant froze when her fist was grabbed and not only did he hold on, but he pushed back, knocking her off her center of balance. She stumbled backward, but managed to catch herself. Just barely. "Hmph. Not bad."

Again she came at him, a right punch, a left hook, and a kick with her left leg to his side, pleased with the exercise and chance to expel her pent-up energy.

Oh. Oh! This was a challenge! It put Susanoo in the defebnse,

Susanoo liked being on the defense. It meant more to learn, given most of his muscle was built on fighting his brother or training with others., Susanoo wasn 't unused to fighting, he simply favored learning in case he couldn't avoid it, these days. He actually considered seeing if he could look up close quarters combat online later or... Figure out asking his father for self defense lessons later, which, really,. was an exercise in asking the older man how to fend off enemies onm a battlefield but what his father didn't know about why, the better. Somehow, he doubted his father would be happy knowing there was a war going on underground in Destiny City that rioped his son and neice in.

Susanoo's arms rose to block the pounch, thoiugh it was that hook and a kick that threw him off. He wAas chuckling as he was knocked off his balance, however, grinning wide again. This was a challenhge, and he tracked Forsterite, shaking himself out a moment to avoid getting too stiff or sore, seeing what she did. He didn't reach for magic. Not yet, no. For now, Susanoo was watching. But he was quite close to tempted. He just wanted to actually fight not rely on a magic defense right away.


Magic ewas a tool, not a solution, after all.

Forsterite was starting to get frustrated. She didn't think she could stand much of a chance attacking the way she was if she didn't use the bigger senshi's force, momentum, and power against him. But after he was knocked off balance himself and just watched her, waiting for her next move, she started to doubt he meant to attack her at all, physically or magically; only to defend against her attacks. It was like he didn't feel threatened at all; like he was toying with her. What, because she was shorter? Weaker? Powerless when it came to magic?

Well, there was still one thing she had, even if it was next to useless. There was still always the element of surprise.

Slipping off her parachute harness (which didn't even have a parachute) with practiced speed, she flung it at the senshi and leapt back. She could always re-summon it later, so it didn't bother her too much to toss it at him. Besides, she was getting sick of feeling like she was being played with.

"Fine, senshi," she hissed in a low voice. "I don't have time to waste here. You win this round. But next time, I expect more of a fight."

Expending a bit of energy to summon her harness back to her, she put it back on and took off in the opposite direction.

Susanoo was, indeed, caught off gaurd, stumbling back. In truth he was... A bit relieved. His wrist ached, for one. For all his confidence, his ability to mask it... He still hurt it fighting, and while he enjoyed a challenge.... He was aware his shortcomings were beginning to come through, and Susanoo did not want to know what happened uf she remained. If he lost. A draw worked, and the senshi winced slowly, looking to his wrist with a wrinkled nose before he moved to walk home. Good enough.