Cowboy
Well-Known Member
Armory
Sanda just raised another eyebrow at the suggestion of Thaddaeus going without his shirt. Boy this guys is full of himself. Thought Sanda. Is he trying to impress me or does he just not stop talking? Sanda felt the same way Thaddaeus did. She too would do whatever was necessary to save her squad mates in a life or death situation. But she didn't go around talking about it. When he mentioned having a bad feeling and became serious Sanda studied him closely. She saw the swag and brag disappear for a moment and clearly saw someone who genuinely wanted to help people. That she could grow to like.
I agree we should know each others strengths. What do you say to a friendly duel? Loser has to buy a few rounds of drinks? That is if you think you can take me. And now it's gone. Sanda snorted again and rolled her eyes. She had no problem with having confidence in your own ability's. Personally she preferred a man who was so confidence in his own abilities that he didn't need to go telling other people what he could do. Sanda was like that, most of the time. Even she had a tendency to brag now and then. In other settings, Sanda would have risen to the bait. Say something like, 'I'd gut you like a fish pretty boy' or 'Are you sure your ego will handle being beat by a girl?' But Sanda's mind was on the mission ahead. And once she started thinking about the mission she became very quite and would start analyzing every piece of intel and constantly scanning her surroundings for ways of possible attack and retreat. "Maybe after the mission is over we can go a few rounds. If you're not to tired. but we've got..." She checked her time piece, "Less than 3 hours till we arrive. We should finish prepping for the mission." She glanced around the armory. "Since the other's haven't arrived yet, I suggest we head over to the science lab and see what the science boys have figured out about us locating our targets?"
Sanda just raised another eyebrow at the suggestion of Thaddaeus going without his shirt. Boy this guys is full of himself. Thought Sanda. Is he trying to impress me or does he just not stop talking? Sanda felt the same way Thaddaeus did. She too would do whatever was necessary to save her squad mates in a life or death situation. But she didn't go around talking about it. When he mentioned having a bad feeling and became serious Sanda studied him closely. She saw the swag and brag disappear for a moment and clearly saw someone who genuinely wanted to help people. That she could grow to like.
I agree we should know each others strengths. What do you say to a friendly duel? Loser has to buy a few rounds of drinks? That is if you think you can take me. And now it's gone. Sanda snorted again and rolled her eyes. She had no problem with having confidence in your own ability's. Personally she preferred a man who was so confidence in his own abilities that he didn't need to go telling other people what he could do. Sanda was like that, most of the time. Even she had a tendency to brag now and then. In other settings, Sanda would have risen to the bait. Say something like, 'I'd gut you like a fish pretty boy' or 'Are you sure your ego will handle being beat by a girl?' But Sanda's mind was on the mission ahead. And once she started thinking about the mission she became very quite and would start analyzing every piece of intel and constantly scanning her surroundings for ways of possible attack and retreat. "Maybe after the mission is over we can go a few rounds. If you're not to tired. but we've got..." She checked her time piece, "Less than 3 hours till we arrive. We should finish prepping for the mission." She glanced around the armory. "Since the other's haven't arrived yet, I suggest we head over to the science lab and see what the science boys have figured out about us locating our targets?"