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As he turned around and quickly jumped onto the building behind him, he missed it when Usagi berated her two teammates for being unnecessarily harsh with him. Perhaps had he heard such a defense, he would've felt a bit better about his actions during this last encounter.
As it was, the masked man was fuming as his mind took firm grasp of the one thing that had gone differently in the last battle, as opposed to all the other ones they had fought.
Well, the one thing other than Usagi being a cyborg.
And him being ignored like he was. What was up with that? Senshi and enemy alike were supposed to be entranced by his very presence!
Speaking of which, the enemy had been pretty different too. He couldn't remember the last time someone fought them using modern weapons and simple tactics, instead of throwing powerful monsters at them.
Maybe the fact that he was a cyborg instead of a monster bore some looking into also. That was a bit different.
Tuxedo Kamen shook his head furiously, nearly knocking his top hat off. 'No! The only real variable was that man! I don't trust him!' After all, what kind of human could throw punches and kicks that could dent steel, or whatever metal composed the Russian's skeleton?
Besides himself and all the Senshi, of course.
'I'll be watching you, Ranma.' He swore.
TOOM! "GYAH! MY LEG! WHAT THE HELL!"
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Snake frowned as he lowered his sniper rifle. "Oh. Wait. It's broad daylight. That can't be a vampire."
Then he shrugged and turned around. "I'm thirsty."

Millennium, Chapter 4