Kaefaux
It didn't really matter how much Thaddeus and Elias told him that he should 'keep a low profile,' or 'power up sparingly.' Lovas, as the Senshi, was the state he'd been in for countless centuries. He couldn't simply not just because of the suggestion that it would be 'easier.' And unlike his own planet, this one wasn't lost yet. There were enemies that could be fought and killed, and he'd spent so, so long fighting. Lovas was good for little else (and hardly even good at that, if the state of his world was any indication).
That to say, he stayed in his powered guise as often as he could. Sleep didn't come easy to him, so Lovas was happy to be in this state through most of the night, into the morning, even during the day, as it wasn't like he had any other job to maintain. Whenever he deemed that it wouldn't be an inconvenience to the people who took him in, Lovas was out and about as himself.
He didn't know how to be any other way.
This evening was no exception. The sun had clipped mostly, but not fully, behind the horizon, painting everything in deep shadows and splashes of warm orange. Lovas complained about the harshness of Earth's sun regularly, but this was much more preferable. Perhaps even beautiful, in that he had no memories of anything similar. But since it wasn't quite the time of night where no passerby would spot him, he'd dawned a light jacket with a hood, obscuring pretty much everything 'inhuman' about him.
That was all it took. A jacket.
Maybe later he'd ponder how little effort it took to hide literally anything 'special' about himself.
But not right now.
Right now, the emergence of an aura, some stinging, sickly thing thrummed to life at the forefront of his senses, like the creature of its origin was only just making an appearance from the putrid swamp it rose out of. Since he'd come to Earth, Lovas had not made a habit of sparing any Chaos he came across. This was not going to be an exception. He didn't know where they were exactly, but he knew the human foot traffic was not minimal. And even if it was, he wasn't going to let some monster loose to hunt them.
Lovas descended on the Youma like he was little more than a creature himself. Their scuffle was not a silent one. The monster wailed out absolutely horrific tones, almost (but not quite) drowning out Lovas' own beastly snarls. He had some skill with a weapon, but there were none to be found, so it was mostly with teeth and nails and bare-handed brawling that Lovas beat the absolute stuffing out of this Youma that had the misfortune to materialize in front of him.
It barely even had the chance to realize he was there before he had a chunk of it in his mouth and a full fist driving through its eye socket. It had talons that raked him, cutting through his jacket and drawing blood, but they weren't so long to gore him, and it was with a violent and repeated pounding of the monster's hooked-beak head into the cement that it dissolved into a spray of black tar and dust.
And that was that! Well, if Lovas did nothing else tonight, at least he did that.
