A Real Fight (Marcel/ gravity x10) Dec 7, 2016 20:29:46 GMT
Post by Shemha on Dec 7, 2016 20:29:46 GMT
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knew Marcel would not be late if it was in his power to arrive on time. Her assessment of the Hybrid was that strove to be as well-mannered and helpful as possible. Rarely did he fail to be polite in her presence and his constant desire to “pay her back” showcased his desire to treat people with respect, especially when he felt they treated him the same. That being said, there were multiple occasions where he exhibited his ability to be distracted or hesitate because he was not comfortable with something. For the most part it seemed to stem around the close proximity to a female, but that was not the limit of his awkwardness.
None of these were faults in the Majin’s minds, just traits. For better or for worse they defined exactly who Marcel Law was. The male she knew would make his best effort to arrive on time if not early for their scheduled sparring session. On two separate occasions the pair spent the a part of the day together, yet the interactions were mostly social. Fine with that, enjoying casual conversation more and more, Shemha also wished to see what he was capable of in combat. Briefly she witnessed the strength hidden with him, yet she was curious as to what else might make up his fighting style. Raw power was a factor in combat, but alone it was not enough to secure victory in every scenario.
In the gravity chamber housed within her ship, she stood at the console. Long red fingers danced over the keypad as she fiddled with the room’s settings. Personally she was capable of handling up to sixty times normal gravity, but she was unsure how much experience with the enhanced g-force Marcel had, if any. On top of that she wondered what techniques might make up his arsenal. In recent weeks the Majin had spent hours upon hours training on her own, developing new techniques based off those she witnessed from others and some more of her own creation. Getting to test them in combat while observing potential new techniques from Marcel meant this session would pay off two fold.
Quietly she began to hum to herself. Ten minutes left until the appointed time…plenty of time to check her data logs. With the recent SSE activity she needed to stay up to date if anyone needed her. It was amusing that Marcel knew of her allegiance to the Empire, a fact she kept secret from almost all that she met. Shemha trusted him, yet in the back of her mind could not completely dismiss the idea of him slipping up and giving her away. Unwilling to do anything to remove such a possibility, as Marcel was her friend, she realized she needed to believe he wouldn’t.
As excited as she was for his arrival…she would be just fine if he left his friend behind.