Pixi watched Fox’s movements out of the corner of her eye, deciding it was probably a better idea to keep most of her attention on their foe. She couldn’t really tell what he was up to—was he trying to use his shield as a sort of spy glass? It didn’t look like it would be nearly reflective enough—but whatever it was, he quit it after a moment or two.
Nevertheless, she listened attentively as he described their objective; destroying or at the very least separating the jewel monster from his ruby lined up with what he’d mentioned about these akuma things earlier. She still wasn’t sure she understood everything about the things, but for now, the basics would be just fine.
At his proposal, Pixi bit the inside of her lip. She wasn’t super fond of plans where other people had to be bait, but Fire Fox had a point—he and the akuma had gone to blows before, so hopefully experience would prove to be a good teacher, and he wouldn’t get thrown across Paris again. Besides, worst came to worst, she could always catch him again; Pixi liked to think that she could fly fast enough to reach him ( or at least provide a softer landing in the form of a large sunflower or the like ) in order to cushion his fall in case he became a flying fox again.
“…Okay. I’ll hang back and look for a good place to jump in—element of surprise and all that. If I can, I’ll try to restrain him or something; judging by, ah…previous experiences, he probably won’t be staying down for long, but all we need is a good second or two. If he’s immobile, that’ll make snatching the ruby all the easier, right?”
That was the ideal plan, but Pixi was well known for her talent in improvising back home. Sometimes it was good to have to think on your feet—they wouldn’t always get the chance to hide out and discuss what to do. She grinned at Fox.
“Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be waiting to pounce.” Pixi tried to look somewhat threatening ( or at least serious ) at that, but she couldn’t help the small giggles bubbling up behind her lips.
His smile only grew at her barely contained giggles. How cute. She seemed to radiate sunshine and good feelings, and he couldn’t help but wonder if that was part of her magic or just her own natural charm.
“Pounce? What an excellent idea. I think I’ll try that out myself.” His attention turned back to the akuma below, which had by now moved further down the street—though really it hadn’t made it too far considering the heavy, lumbering steps it took to move. They really were lucky this guy was pretty slow, huh?
Dropping his expression into something more serious, he slowly gathered his legs underneath him, eyes locking in on his target. Attention focused? Check. Distance judged? Check. Bonus of facing north accounted for and applied to calculations of success rate? Check and check. Really, with how things were set up now there was no way he could miss. What kind of fox would he be if he flubbed such an easy leap?
He gave another adjusting wiggle of his haunches before launching himself off the roof. And when he said he was going to pounce he pounced.
Practically straight up in the air he went, almost absurdly high compared to the distance he needed to cross, body arching as if he were making a dive into the water. Yep, what Pixi had witnessed was a bonafide fox pounce, courtesy of his kwami Sykke. Though thankfully, instead of going nose first into the descent as an actual fox would he had enough sense to throw out his arms, catching the akuma around the neck as the force of his leap swung the hero’s body around until he was perched on the villain’s shoulder.
“Hello again! I was wondering-since our dance earlier got cut short, I was wondering if you’d like to exchange a few more moves?” He quipped cheerfully, a wide grin on his face despite the potentially precarious situation he was in.
The akuma was really just as surprised as anyone else who might be watching to find a fox on his shoulder, and it took a moment before he responded. He let out a loud bellow of anger, a heavy hand rising to try and grab the colorful annoyance off of his person, but by then Fox had already dismounted and darted over to the side where the ruby was on. He wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice—flying through the city was utterly terrifying when one didn’t have a plan to land.
“I’ll take that as a yes then? Or is it actually a no? Kind of hard to tell when you don’t use your words.” Another swipe had him ducking quickly towards the ground, the rocky arm just barely brushing over the tips of his ears. “—Nope, still don’t know what you’re trying to say. Mind running that by me again?”
And so it went. Indeed, it kind of did look like a dance, with Fox weaving out of the akuma’s grasp, sometimes going under the grasping hand or actually climbing on the creature to leap over it. He was annoying him for sure but, as Fox couldn’t help but notice, he still wasn’t willing to commit into moving his other arm from his side. Any attacks that were made were using the free arm, even if it meant the akuma had to turn around awkwardly to face the nimble hero to do so.
Yeah, okay. Maybe he needed to try something else? Or maybe Pixi was cooking up some plant magic goodness on the sidelines?
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