It wasn't the biggest youma he had ever seen. The one back at the Negaverse base had topped that record, but even on the streets it was small, slender, but fast. It wasn't armored or spiked, but slick like a oiled-up otter, and it's sharp mouth dripped hot tar as it raced down the street on all fours, weasel-ish body twisting and turning as yellow orbs glowed upon it's back and on it's dragging, black tongue.
However, it was a great youma and endearing to him the moment he spotted it racing after a senshi who seemed very hellbent on getting away.
"Aww, she would make a great bone for it." He said, moving as he did down one roof to another to follow them both. It was when he looked up that he knew the youma would chase the senshi into a busier shopping district that had a few late night restaurants open. The last thing they needed was a youma on TV. Sure, it could be played off as another rabid animal case or strange pollution affecting wildlife, but they couldn't have too many people damaged.
"Pity. I bet this one took a few starseeds to make too." He dumped down and started to run after the youma, kicking out to move past it's erratic zig-zagging on the street to get up front. "Hey, attack this thing!" He shouted at what looked like one of the most pigmented senshi he had seen in some time.
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