Author: drakensis
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In theory Angron was supposed to let Horus go through the humiliation of fighting youma in a short skirt. He wasn't very good at that part though: for one thing he wasn't sure why the skirt was supposed to be embarassing - it was basically a kilt and he'd worn those for years since they were easier to repair than trousers. Also letting someone else do the fighting was boooooring.
In this particular case Angron dived headlong off the side of a building, bungee rope trailing behind his feet, skirt riding 'up' his thighs in a way that would have embarassed a real girl (and that gave Nefer nightmares). The carefully measured rope slowed Angron to a halt at precisely the right height behind the youma.
He quickly wrapped his brawny arms around the monster and roared in delight as the tension in the rope dragged them up the side of the building. He used the youma as a cushion against the friction of the brickwork, which didn't seem to do it any good.
When they came to rest, perhaps halfway up, Angron deposited the stunned and somewhat abraded youma on a window ledge while he bent at the waist, reached up and grabbed the rope with one hand and unknoted it from his ankles with the other.
"Who are you?" the youma demanded, somewhat hysterically. Being grabbed like that seemed to have knocked their customary arrogance out of it for the moment. "What do you want?"
"I'm Sailor Angron!" Angron replied cheerily, although he kept his voice down a little, just in case Horus noticed him. It was amusing watching Sailor Horus quarter the streets looking for the missing youma with increasing paranoia. Maybe this was what Night Haunter found so... entertaining. "You're going to be my special friend."
The youma didnt know exactly what that meant but judging by the look in the bizarre Sailor's eyes, it was time to whimper in terror. Ignoring this, Angron lashed the end of the rope around the youma's ankles and began climbing the building side, hauling the rope and youma up behind him.
He was quite oblivious to the hundreds of photos that were taken of his barely covered rear during this process and would remain oblivious since Fulgrim considerately hunted down and punished the perpetrators before the photos were placed on the internet.
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