The End of an Beginning and the Beginning of an End

[Long John]

Cain was on the bow of a ship, staring sternly at the water as it parted for the ship, the salty spray of seawater hitting his face. The sun was at it's peak and reflected off the sea beautifully, the yellow and blue hues mixing together. But Cain wasn't paying attention to any of that, and his face was rather sour. His parting with Jace, his rescuer from both injury and death, had ended less than optimally. After deciding to stick around with Dagon at Jace's house after the incident with the warden's, Dagon more or less forced him to try and become a marine with him, despite the fact they definitely wouldn't admit a half fishman knowingly. And after doing so, the okama left a few days earlier than Cain to begin his training and destiny. Cain had been forced to stay longer, as his injuries had been more severe, and Cain looked at his still bandaged hand in remembrance. Cain was still upset about that night, as he knew Dagon was, though it was for separate reasons. Dagon felt anger over pride, Cain was upset because he had been hurt. Badly. And he wanted revenge. Part of the reason he was joining the Marines actually.

So, as he recovered Jace chartered him a ship heading to the West Blue. She was sending him somewhere on his own, and not the same place Dagon had gone. Not that I care... He didn't need Dagon, or anyone else. Not even Jace, as despite everything, she ended up turning on him too. On the day he was leaving for the ship, she had pulled him aside. He had assumed it was for goodbyes, hugs, things he found annoying. But instead she had very specific words for him. She had grabbed him by his shoulders, looking at him with her one good eye as she told him. "You are weak. You are weak because you don't have something everyone else has. Dagon wouldn't tell you this, but I am..." Cain had been shocked by those first words, and it took him a moment to recover. But when he did, he didn't even let her finish. He tore into her, calling her a hypocrite as she herself had lost her fight as well. Not only that but she was missing an eye, and given her personality he doubted it had been through some accident. After a  few more choice words, he had slammed the door and gone to the ship. So what if he didn't have...Whatever she had been talking about. Age. Experience. Dreams. None of those mattered. He didn't need them. He didn't need anything or anyone.

As the men on the boat started to yell and shout, Cain was rocked back to the present. They were nearing the base. The angelic looking boys eyes grew wide as he saw the base come into view, a sterling white castle like a tale of old. Marines were already visible in and around it. Cain, in truth, still wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this. Not only was he a half fishman, but a Marines life was rigid and full of rules. He wasn't very fond of that. But then he thought back on Jace's words and steeled himself. He was going to show everyone.

[Dandead10]

It was a long and hard recovery for Odayakama Senshi after the end of the rebellion uprising to take Illusia. She had been here for two weeks, recovering from the painful experience of what might as well have been war. However, in that two weeks she had thought her morals out heavily as she wondered if what she had done was right. The rebels she fought were people that were oppressed by the wealthy nobles of the land and she had felt that quelling this rebellion was something that wasn’t justice despite being told otherwise. She wondered if justice at this moment was doing what was inherently right...or was it maintaining order? As a child she always had the belief that marines were heroes that always fought for what was right. Yet, she felt wrong and dirty as she looked down at her hands. The coat of justice she wore on her back was meant to be a representation of the convictions and strengths she fought for, but was it really just a symbol with no weight? The redheaded ensign had looked down at her hands as there was a seeming blur as blood appeared to be on them...and she shook. Then there was nothing as she blinked yet again. She was too young for this, to experience the horror of war like this. She needed to take her mind off of it and just rest herself.



With a sigh, the Ensign had left her dull white quarters into the darkness that was the outside corridors. She walked step by step before heading for the outside courtyard. She walked past several marines talking here and there in the halls as occasionally she would receive a salute from them or she would salute to her superiors. There was a silent respect that had been grown for Senshi after the previous encounters seeing she had played a big role in the captures of the enemy territories as well as gaining ground for the marine forces. She had been commended not only for her bravery, but also her skill in performing on the field as a warrior. The woman was only seventeen and in less than a year had already reached the level of an Ensign thanks to her discovery of the devil’s fruit and also because of her efforts. She should be proud of holding this title and having done what so many marines have failed, but yet she felt that she needed to do more so that she could enforce the meaning and the power of the world justice. Continuing her walk down the hall in her white uniform, she saw that hung against a wall was a banner with the Kanji for justice on it. Within a flash, it was covered in blood with the words “liar” on them. Another shake of her head as the sight disappeared. She had been fighting for almost a whole month on the frontlines watching not only her own soldiers put under her dying, but watching a battle that seemed to occur for no good reason. The slaughter was endless and corpses laid unmoving around her. She had felt unfeeling back then most of the time seeing it was for the sake of her survival, but now that she's survived she found she hated war. 

Finally, she saw the drawbridge leading to the outside courtyard of the fortress. The water was clear and shined a cerulean...but within a flash it had turned red with corpses floating in the water. Ensign Odayakama began to sweat as she held her head. Looking back, she had found that the water was normal yet again. She needed help. Step after step, she had finally found herself taking a deep breath of fresh air. Her wounds were feeling far better with enough rest and care. She would probably have to go back to duty soon. It was a shame seeing she was looking forward to actually taking a relieve from duty to explore the island and see how it’s changed. Fat chance of that happening, she thought. “Ah. Ensign Odayakama!” There had been a loud booming voice as she soon saw across the bridge was a man she recognized as a fellow Ensign. He seemed to have a letter in hand as he stopped around two feet away on the old looking wood. “Yes Ensign Solarius?” Her voice sounded tired and yet deeper as if this experience has aged her considerably. “I’ve got your next task Odayakama-San.” Handing the letter to her, she had opened the seal before allowing her eyes to skim across the thin white paper. What she saw had made her eyes widen a notch as she read with gross interest.
 

[Long John]

Soon enough, and perhaps sooner than Cain would have liked, the ship pulled up to the pier and lowered the boardwalk. The ship and pier were surrounded by Marine ships, with what had to be hundreds of marines in just what he could immediately see. Slowly Cain exited the vessel, taking in all the sights. The castle from afar now just seemed huge, looking like it touched the sky. He also noticed things he hadn't seen before due to how far away he had been. Mainly the guns. The lots and lots of guns, cannons, everything that a base needed to keep itself safe. While Cain had been expecting this, it was clear why they had it, it was still an amazing sight to behold.

Really all of this was something else. He had never seen anything like this, not in Mock Town, nor the multiple places he'd ventured too while "prisoner", nor his latest adventure. No this was something entirely new. He ventured around, visibly gaping at all the different things too take in. But it slowly dawned on him, he didn't have any idea where to begin. He didn't know who to talk too, who too see, or even how to apply to become a marine. He was aware recruiting offices existed, but it seemed a bit silly to have them on the island. So he wandered more, this time looking for someone a bit more important. He was aware of how marine uniforms worked, those with capes were officers while everyone else was a uncommissioned rank. Unfortunately, he wasn't seeing any capes. Which meant he had too settle for someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. As he looked, his eyes cam unto a young looking redheaded girl reading papers of some sort. This probably meant something, right? They wouldn't give papers to just some rank and file soldier, which meant she had to have some standing. So he walked over to the girl and gave a small cough. Hello. I'm here too join. His eyes were relaxed and he had a small smile. Due to his potential for attitude, it was easy to forget he was usually pretty amicable, even if he could get obnoxious.

[Dandead10]

The letter that the Ensign Odayakama was reading was one detailing that she has been assigned to train recruits on the island of Winchester while she recovers. It was an interesting venture seeing the redheaded lady never saw herself as a teacher and more of a soldier. However, she was up for the challenge. ‘I...wow. I never thought I would see something like this. I guess I’ve really earned my merits.’ The 16 year old girl had slowly folded the parchment before putting it inside of her cloak. “I’ll try my best to perform the task given. I suppose I have to make sure that the next batch of marines are strong. After all, it wouldn’t be good for my reputation if I did a horrible job at teaching. Although...it wasn’t the job that I was expecting.” Ensign Solarius had nodded his head before speaking to her once more. “You’ll be receiving recruits from both Winchester as well as from another base to supervise.” Senshi nodded her head as the man had walked past her into the large marine base itself. The harsh glare of the sun had went down on her head, but thankfully her marine camp had helped her with that issue. With her conversation having ended, she heard a light cough. Turning her head to the right, the crimson haired beauty had witnessed a figure standing there trying to get her attention based on what it seemed.

“Hello, I’m here to join.” Odayakama Senshi was a little confused on what he meant without any explanation or context, and her eyebrow raised in confusion. However, she realized what was going on as she read in her report file that there was going to be a ship dropping people off soon from another marine base. She assumed that this fellow was one of those people. The fellow in front of her seemed calm, relaxed, and with a small smile adorning his face. “Konichiwa. My name is Ensign Odayakama Senshi, although you can just call me Senshi. What is your name may I ask?” She bowed politely before waiting for a response. Naturally Senshi was very polite and after her bow, she would raise her head with her own smile adorning her face. She was a bit of a popularity in the marine forces at least in the West for her feats, so perhaps he may have heard of her. Then again, he came from another location so perhaps not. The superior ranking marine had looked at the figure to try and grasp his appearance, his features, and to memorize his face. Also, she would make sure to remember his name. She stood at 5’2 with long wavy red hair which flowed to her back like a seductive red ocean. Her eyes shined a beautiful cerulean blue like the ocean itself. Her bust was CC and she had a seductively charming figure as her pale white skin was flawless without imperfection. Her smile was like a diamond glistening in the sun. The woman was unarmed based off appearance and she looked young. However, the Justice Coat which blew in the wind showed without a doubt she was worthy of being called a marine...or perhaps that was her ego speaking.

“Well, it is very nice to meet you. I will be heading over to a boot camp soon enough to train recruits and such in around three hours or so. Would you care to have a training spar with me perhaps? I want to see if I’m still sharp. I’ve been on break for a while you see.” The charming woman had offered him an opportunity to get some action and some fighting. Seeing he has been on a boring ship for quite some time, surely he would be eager for some action. With the large number of marines and royal guard on the island of Illusia, chances were that crime was low, especially after fighting a war for quite some time. Of course there was still some civil unrest and uneasiness in the populace, but with the rebellion quelled, surely the hopes of the people for now anyways were also dealt with. It was saddening, but something that haunted Senshi to this day. How she could smile...she didn’t know. However, she managed. Looking past Cain, she would look to the buildings...and saw corpses laid against the walls with broken down buildings and blood splatters staining them. She shook her head and gulped audibly before turning down to Cain. “Sorry, what was that? I am sorry. I was lost in thought.” That was something she was doing a lot of nowadays what with the sins crawling on her back. Perhaps Cain would be able to distract her for a while...drive those evil thoughts from her mind for at least a little while.

[Long John]

The girl he had spoken too turned around, apparently startled at his sudden interjection, either that or she had no idea what he was talking about. If that was the case than he chosen the wrong person too talk too, which while annoying, at least meant he could ask who he should be talking too. As she raised her eyebrow and stared at him as if he had gills (which thankfully half-fishman did not), seemed to be the case. But then her face had an eureka moment, and started to gently smile at him. Cains smile was gone now, replaced by an almost skeptical blank face, his eyebrow raised as if to counter the girls. It seemed she had already lost some of his confidence. As she introduced herself, the eyebrow lowered, but his face remained blank and questioning. An ensign... Due to having stayed on a military ship for almost a year, he was actually pretty familiar with the rankings and chain of command. He also knew that while it wasn't nothing, ensign still wasn't very high. Though, he supposed that giving the menial task of listing the people too join probably wouldn't go too someone of a high rank. It was most likely too be a rather boring job, after all. My name's Cain Vorarl. Pleased to meetcha-. His face went back too a more natural disposition, though unlike before, he seemed more smugly relaxed than easy going as he emphasized the ending, making it sound like a child introducing themselves.

When the girl, Senshi, bowed it brought another eyebrow raise, though this one was more inquisitive than skeptical. Combined with her formal greeting, it didn't take a genius too see politeness and formality were quite important too the girl, but Cain, despite his very many faults, was a perceptive little boy. He noticed the way she carried herself, her body, her hair and clothing. Despite all her emphasis om formalness, she seemed very okay with portraying herself in a very informal manner. But while, if true, it was at least somewhat interesting, Cain really didn't care all that much about her peculiarities. But the boy still at least made notes of her, and her features. It was the first time he'd met an adult who was almost the same size as him, the boy just reaching five feet. His blonde hair, blue eyes and porcelain skin made him look like an angel who had fallen from heaven itself. Unfortunately, this cherubic appearance had the side effect of making him look...well, cherubic. Despite being thirteen, he looked more like he was ten with his soft features. This wasn't helped by his his hair, which was extremely wavy and full of cowlicks. But most strangely given the circumstances were his clothes, which were quite unprofessional. A white shirt and pants that seemed more like something someone might wear too bed than in day, and a coat that looked more expensive than some jewelry.

The girl seemed to pause after introductions while wearing a huge grin, as if waiting for something. Once again confused, Cain titled his head a bit. He didn't know what she wanted from him. Unfortunately for her and her secret hopes of having her ego fed, Cain was born in the Grand Line; and even when held on ship by both his pirates captors and marines, they rarely ventured too the West Blue, and even then he wouldn't have heard much news of any up and coming marines. She seemed to take it in stride though, and nonchalantly mentioned how she was going to be teaching soon. But what caught him off guard was the way she calmly suggested fighting. He stared blankly as if he was positive he'd misheard, and even blinked in surprise. Come...again? But she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts for the time being. Cain wasn't sure how to approach this. Was this still part of signing up? Were they expected too know combat? Would they find out he's half-fishman? All these thoughts ran through his head, when the girl suddenly spoke up as she shook herself out of whatever was holding her thoughts. Umm...ook... It was somewhat absentmindedly stated, he hadn't fully gone through everything in his mind but it came out anyway. But as he slowly retained his composite, he'd look at the girl nonchalantly, waiting for her to ready up.

[Dandead10]

The young fellow introduced himself as Cain Vorarl but yet did not mention his ranking status, not that the red headed marine was discriminate against people for such things. Senshi was 5’2” so Cain was not so far from her height. Although, he looked confused and or blank at most everything she was doing. She knew looks like that. She could see this blonde haired kid looked to be perhaps too young to be officially in the marines. If he was playing any role, it would mean he was either a Cabin Boy, or he was being trained specifically by a marine superior. It was that thought that would lead Senshi to taking Cain to a training ground, to access his ability and to prove if her speculations were indeed accurate. He asked for her to repeat when she asked for a spar. She was deep in thought as she went through the meeting with her inner demons of the battles she took place in. However, when she broke from her trance she addressed the blond statute boy in a firm voice as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“You heard me correctly the first time. If you are a marine or even a marine in training, you should know that a spar or fighting is common in the job. So...what do you say?” She heard a consent of “ook” and as a result, Senshi raised her left hand and pointed to a training ground which was a clear dirt zone with a few clumps of grass. There was no vegetation and it was lined with several sections around 15x15 meters. “We will fight within one of these and we will do this by points. Whenever one of us lands a solid blow, a point is given and we will go up to three points. A simple process. There are no bars on what kind of blows we go for. In fact, I promote that you come at me with the intent to kill. Why you may ask? Because...the harder you go on me, the tougher I’ll go on you. Another reason is because if you hold out on me, you might be seeing rest in a hospital bed for awhile.” Silence as Senshi at that moment had walked with a graceful step, straight and stiff posture as she approached one of these empty training fields.

The redhead marine had adjusted her cap twisting it a little bit to the right as she stood there with a look of indifference at this moment. “May I mention to you. Behind you is a weapons rack where you may choose any weapons of your choice. I have no need to go there.” She began to roll her soft and pale neck in a circular motion to loosen herself up. Now to see what Cain was going to do. By his look of confusion when she mentioned fighting, he seemed to be not used to the idea of battle...a cabin boy. Although, she would let his movements decide everything. If he WAS a cabin boy, then he would hopefully learn something from the encounter and let himself grow from the experience. She had seen too many in her past battle for the sake of battling but not learning from the meaning that battle had been trying to incessantly teach. False bravados of Justice through battle was not a battle worth fighting. Justice was a force meant to strike down evil an to maintain order, but yet she's been finding that in order to maintain their definition of order, chaos must be intensified. She took a deep breath upon waiting for an assault...an attack.

[Long John]

At his consent to the fight the girl, Senshi, quickly pointed to an area a few yards away, that upon closer inspection revealed that it was a very large sparring grounds. It was segmented into different areas, each one somewhere around 15 meters across both sides. She then proceeded to explain the rules, saying it would go by points, with one point being bestowed with each blow given. He was ok with this, and nodded nonchalantly. But then the marine got more serious stating that it was essentially going to be a no holds barred beatdown, and that if he wasn't seriously trying to kill her, he could end up being the one who gets hurt. He wasn't expecting such ferociousness from the girl, even if she had suggested a fight as their first real interaction with one another. That's pretty dark... While his face remained blank like before, his voice did have a quizzical tone too it, as if questioning the sudden change of mood. But instead of becoming more somber, a small smirk appeared on his face as his face changed into a gentle smugness. It almost sounds like a threat. But don't worry, appearances can be deceiving. And I am much more than I appear.

Soon they approached the training grounds in silence, Cain a bit more relaxed in his approach than the still somber Senshi, his arms wrapped around the back of his head acting like an armrest. He looked around the arena, finding it too be pretty standard, if barren. There weren't any obstacles to get in the way, and while a bit large, nothing that couldn't be cleared in a few seconds. There were a few patches of grass growing around, suggesting upkeep wasn't seen as much a priority in this area. Probably since the ground and everything ends up broken anyways. At least they get rid of the blood... Though he did try to keep in mind to look out for any cracks on the ground. The most important thing though was the weapon rack. The ensign invited him too take any weapon of his choosing, before affirming she herself did not need anything. That's a bit cocky, isn't it? He was smirking again, his voice having a teasing quality too it, though there was a bit of a sting that hunted at some mocking as well. While part of him wanted too ignore the weapons like her, he was already starting at a disadvantage, he couldn't use his quills. So too him, this evened it out. It didn't occur too him that him being able too use quills was an inherently unfair advantage too begin with. The rack was covered with all sorts of weapons, axes, cutlasses, hammers, maces. Daggers. He picked up a few, testing their weight and heftiness, even throwing them in the air. Eventually he settled on a thinner double bladed dagger, with a very sharp tip that could pierce armor with ease. It was heavier than his quills, but it was at least built somewhat similar.

Upon taking his side, the girl took on a defensive stance. He titled his head a bit, staring at her. He had thought that since he had the weapon, she would want to attack as soon as possible to disarm him, but instead she was going on the defensive, as if too see what he had. He frowned a bit this time. You really are cocky, aren't you? But quickly this frown turned into another relaxed smirk, that actually turned into an all out smile. Then he bolted at her. In actuality, his speed likely wasn't much different than a lot of the marines she's sparred with, being on par if not a bit slower even. No his advantage lied in the surprise, that a child at his age and stature could attain such a speed, which would likely catch even the most grizzled of veterans off guard. In another surprising move, instead of arming his knife in an attempt to stab her, he threw it at her. Knife throwing was quite unorthodox for both pirates and marines, it made little sense to potentially give your enemy another weapon, but when you have virtually unlimited ammo like Cain it made little difference, so even though it was his only knife it found its way towards the red head. It was different from his quills, the weight being heavier and causing his aim to not be as on target as usual, but that only meant that instead of her neck it was heading for her bosom. The weight also meant it was going faster than his quills normally would, while also revealing how much power he could put behind his throw with his fishman blood. While Senshi was hopefully caught off guard enough, he leaped up as he threw a punch at her head. I told you not to underestimate me! If she saw his face, she'd not only see his twisted smile but his eyes shining. They were the eyes of a psychopath.

[Dandead10]

The young man in front of her stated that his claim of being perfectly able to take care of himself and that he was a lot more than what he appeared. With a grin, the marine would lead Cain to the spar ground they would be using. They approached and he seemed to study it with such analytical paranoia, that one might assume he was looking for booby traps. The ensign simply stood around fifteen feet away as she introduced to him, the weapons rack. However, at her mentioning that she didn’t need anything...he gave a rather snide comment in return. “Cocky? Hmm. I don’t care much about words. I let actions speak for me. So come at me.” There was no intention of her sounding cocky, but likely she would be able to beat this boy down in one swoop.

She wasn’t one of those pampered ensigns that got their promotions for small reasons. She was able to jump this high because she was powerful and a strong fighter; not even mentioning exemplary leader. Whereas some ensigns simply order their troops to fire blindly into the enemy and charge, Senshi was the one who took initiative and rushed into combat as a strong pillar of justice. The lower rankings were more like...sticks or supports to keep her standing tall in a way. In return, she shielded them and guided them. Not the best metaphor to be using, but it was something similar. Soon enough, the subordinate had chosen his weapons, daggers. Sticking to her defensive position, the fish boy charged at her. Her eyes sharp, body ready, she watched him with her superior battle hardened senses. He was coming in for the attack.

If Cain was thinking that he was catching her off guard with a base speed like that...well...he was dreaming. Senshi was a master of Geppo and a seasoned user of the world power Soru. At this speed, he was slow. For a normal person? Sure, he was fast. However, she was faster. That wasn’t the point. Speed like that at his age was admirable, perhaps something even to be praised. However, it would not make Senshi falter. As the boy threw his knife, Senshi was able to immediately react. Within a moment, her palm was coated black as the crimson haired woman leaned and slammed the blade with her now powerful palm. Within that moment, the knife would burst into shards of iron and fly away from her in a display of force.

However, she saw a shadow looming over her as the half fishman took a leap before attempting to slam a fist down upon her head. The black liquid coating her hand was gone now...as her liquid lead receded into her palm. Leaping backwards, Senshi transitioned into a handstand lift off as she elegantly flipped twice in the air like a top before suddenly vanishing. “Geppo.” Disappearing in a blur mid air, the Ensign would appear right behind the fishman Cain before falling to the ground and entering a crouching position. Using her skill in martial arts, she would rest one palm on the ground before transitioning into a fast and efficient leg sweep to knock Cain off his center of balance. Assuming she was successful, Cain would likely fall straight on his back while also having the wind knocked out of him. Senshi following the swift and decisive leg attack had quickly gotten onto her feet and would tower right over her fallen target. “Not bad...although you left a lot of openings and unnecessary movements.”

Those eyes of his...they were crazy, and Senshi knew crazy from her experience. She's seen enough of this blue. "Oh geeze...I hope he isn't going to go all mad on me and try to go too hard. He might hurt himself." Adjusting the cap on her head, she popped it off before it would land plop on Cain's face. Let round two begin.

[Long John]

Cains charge managed to go awry from the start, not at all going the way he had hoped. Instead of being caught off guard, or even flinching a little bit at his surprising burst of speed, instead just staring straight on as if it were nothing she hadn't seen before. Her entire body was almost lax it seemed, no tension, no nervousness. She genuinely believed she would be able to defeat Cain without having to spend too much effort. Needless to say, this did not improve Cains mood nor opinion of the ensign. She really was as cocky as she came off as it seemed. Despite what she said about actions displaying ones skill and merits, it didn't hide the truth. She was confident. Overconfident in her abilities. She had refused weaponry, refused to go on the attack, and now was simply standing there as he came at her. And then he threw the knife at the girl, and she still just stood there. What is she...Is she an idiot? Whatever she might think of him, a dagger wasn't something that you could simply ignore, and required action which she wasn't taking. Until she put out her hand as if to catch it. Cain genuinely thought she was just dumb as he leapt at her, until the dagger hit her hand and shattered.

His eyes went wide with surprise and his mouth slightly ajar, unsure what had happened. He caught a glimpse of her hand. It was coated black. Had she gotten a weapon after all, without him seeing? No..That's impossible...Did she already have it on her?.. And then he saw the blackness slowly dissipate, slinking away as if it were liquid. It hadn't been a weapon after all, but what was it? Cain had no idea, and this annoyed him. He didn't have time to worry though, he had other problems. Before he had even managed to yell at her the ensign, Senshi had managed to see him coming and dodge his attack, leaping back as his attack hit the arena instead. To his credit, he actually managed to crack the stones of the arena with his haymaker, the fact he was five times stronger than humans becoming painfully clear. Unfortunately for Cain, the painful part was right. Blood seeped from his knuckles which were implanted in the rock, glistening the cracked, craggly surface of the arena. It touched some of the grass that was growing, the roots glistening a crimson red. Cains body simply couldn't take full strength on such hard surfaces yet. He looked up to find that the girl had disappeared. He stared confused for a moment, until he saw something flash in the small puddle of blood in his peripheral vision. He heard the soft tap of her landing behind him, and quickly started to twist around. Unfortunately, this only made him more unbalanced, so when Senshi went to sweep his legs he had only ended up helping her. He landed with an oomph, and found himself staring at the light blue sky complimented by the red hair of the girl. At her lecture, Cains eyes hardened in anger. The psychopathic going was gone, replaced by hate, though it quickly became blank once more, his default expression. Though while his face might seem calm, his left hand was twitching, his fingers bent as if there were something in his hand, and pulling up just slightly as if he were pulling something from his hand. What Senshi couldn't know was how this was how he pulled out his quills, and he was actively resisting not throwing them at her right now.

As she threw her cap on him, he scowled once more and tossed it off his face. He didn't bother going get another dagger. His hand went towards the damaged concrete, and with a flick of his wrist he stealthily picked up some rocks before getting up. This time, he went the old fashioned way. He charged at the girl once more, focusing more on his strength this time. He swung at the girl, knowing he wouldn't hit, but for his follow up swing after swinging he'd let go of the rocks in an attempt to either hit or distract her. At that, he'd go as hard as he could right at her head.