Author: Djibriel

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The summer sun was hot, and bright and there was a heat haze rising off the sidewalk. You could probably cook eggs on it, it was broiling.

And yet, while most people were in their rooms, sleeping it off in the cool darkness, some people were still working.

Nefer glanced at the man he could see working, from his seat by the window of the bistro. He mulled over things for a few minutes, then went to the counter.

Some time later, Horus, sweating, hard at work and uncomfortable, felt someone tap his shoulder. Insignificant, really. But he turned around anyway.

He certainly wasn't expecting what he saw next, after their ... recent flaming row.

Nefer offered him a grande sized iced drink. "Here." He said quietly. "I thought it would help."

Then he pretended not to notice Horus' quizzical look when he took the paint can and took a position at the other side of the wall.

After all, he had to maintain their vicious hatred of each other. It was practically tradition by now.

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Other people who got caught in shit like this, Nefer thought bitterly, had past lives, or weapons, or training or superpowers. He was a civilian. How the hell was he supposed to help? More to the point, how was he supposed to avoid getting mauled?

Especially when the bastards kept dragging him into shit like this?

Today, for example, he was stuck evacuating people, normal unfortunate people, from a water-park. Where the youma had apparently manifested from a discarded pair of water wings.

So while the water-youma was perpetually putting itself back together after each time SailorFulgrim slashed it apart, and Horus put a hole in it with every punch, Nefer was stuck with the unenviable task of evacuating the place to make sure the passed out people wouldn't drown.

It didn't help that those people who weren't drained were gawking.

...You know what?

Fuck this.

Now what was available here?

He couldn't electrocute it, others might be hurt. Including the two sailors.

However... yeah, that might work.

"SailorHorus, do you still have that laser pistol?" he yelled. "You might want to use it on the youma instead of your fists!"

...The youma turned to look at him. He dove behind the shrubs. Then he snuck away.

And then SailorHorus shot the thing with a pink laser-beam that just didn't quit. The creature had absorbed a lot though, and was still semi-whole, though the laspistol burned entire areas to steam.

"I'm going to hate myself later." Nefer muttered gloomily, before he moved back within range, of the creature's sight, carrying what looked to be a good liter of gasoline. Then he tossed it into the creature, in the way of the laser-beam.

The resultant explosion had him diving for cover again, but when he came out, the youma was gone and there was water all over the place.

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"Hiding behind the shrubbery again?" Horus said laconically.

Nefer glared at him furiously. "Screw you. I don't have any magic powers or shit, alright? It's a perfectly rational tactic when the opponent can pound me to a pulp!"

"Cowardly though." Horus pointed out.

"Fuck cowardly and fuck heroic, I want to LIVE. To live long enough to move to CANADA." Nefer snapped.

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