07-29-2016, 10:57 AM
Martin smirked at her words. She was baiting him away from the task at hand to something a little more energetic. And he couldn't say it didn't sound appealing - very appealing as a matter of fact. He could think of only one other thing better and that was beating the little whelp in his office to a pulp. But that was for later. Martin nodded. "Very well. But we've a stop to make on the way."
The girl was still sitting in his office. He had expected her to remove herself from the chair but it looked as though she were mediating. And she probably was - the girl was nothing more than a trained fighter and a bookworm. But she had proven herself yet again which is what pissed Martin off the most. "With me now."
He knew the girl would follow she was nothing if not obedient. Martin glanced at Cross with a wide smile. "Don't let her hands touch you."
It would be good to see how well Jacinda fared against a real monster that was highly intelligent and knew the ways of the Atharim. If she truly wanted to hunt down gods inside the organization - this could be a test. He could have her transferred - a more solo gig something Cross would prefer more than likely. Martin actually missed that part of his old job. Finding traitors!
Once they were down in the gym the familiar form of their Japenese team mate took up residence with the sword in his hand practicing forms. Another perfectionist. It seemed Martin was plagued with perfection. First in Vincent Auclaire when both men had teamed up together, the little whelp and he had a grand match once upon a time. It could be interesting to see a samurai against the little whelp and her pointy stick.
Martin looked to the two women with him and included Yoshimura in his conversation. "Shall we test the mettle of everyone here?"
Martin looked to Jacinda and frowned he didn't expect the American to have picked up the sword it was an archaic tradition yet Martin had insisted all his recruits learn. "Hand to hand?"
The girl was still sitting in his office. He had expected her to remove herself from the chair but it looked as though she were mediating. And she probably was - the girl was nothing more than a trained fighter and a bookworm. But she had proven herself yet again which is what pissed Martin off the most. "With me now."
He knew the girl would follow she was nothing if not obedient. Martin glanced at Cross with a wide smile. "Don't let her hands touch you."
It would be good to see how well Jacinda fared against a real monster that was highly intelligent and knew the ways of the Atharim. If she truly wanted to hunt down gods inside the organization - this could be a test. He could have her transferred - a more solo gig something Cross would prefer more than likely. Martin actually missed that part of his old job. Finding traitors!
Once they were down in the gym the familiar form of their Japenese team mate took up residence with the sword in his hand practicing forms. Another perfectionist. It seemed Martin was plagued with perfection. First in Vincent Auclaire when both men had teamed up together, the little whelp and he had a grand match once upon a time. It could be interesting to see a samurai against the little whelp and her pointy stick.
Martin looked to the two women with him and included Yoshimura in his conversation. "Shall we test the mettle of everyone here?"
Martin looked to Jacinda and frowned he didn't expect the American to have picked up the sword it was an archaic tradition yet Martin had insisted all his recruits learn. "Hand to hand?"