Shit, shit, shit. Mamoru knew he shouldn't have come to this stupid-assed city. Probably shouldn't even be in the country, but getting elsewhere was kind of expensive. There was opportunity here! Not all of it... strictly on the up and up, given the "genuine heroes" weren't that entrenched here anymore, but. Hey. A guy's gotta eat, right?

Of course, that seems like it's starting to change again, and on top of that, fucking snakes. He thought this place was supposed to be over that stuff! This isn't his business, he just needs to find a way to slip away and--

Then he hears the scream.

Dammit.

Cursing himself, he rushes to the scene of it just in time to see someone on a motorcycle and-- oh, hell no. He knows he's seen that crazy chick on the news before, and there's no way...

...he doesn't really have time to think. He spots the other one slipping up on the girl, and his feet move again. He launches himself into the air, orange light suddenly erupting around his fist before it slams with enough strength its impact echoes in the air.

He grits his teeth.

This is not the day he wanted.