[The fact he contests her arm even a little is impressive to her--her strength is honed through years of training and genetic manipulation. She was intended to be a perfect soldier, a perfect warrior, even a perfect weapon. All the more reason she sought her own independence and ability to control her own destiny.
The irony never escapes her how, despite that, she often still employs her best assets in service as a soldier or hunter. It's also easy enough to ignore, especially some alien race's fancy and maybe quaint VR machine. Anyway... She feels his breath ebbing away second by second and feels confident enough to oblige him with some words. She leans more over his back to growl the reply in his ear.]
The pleasure's--
[--not hers! He suddenly disappears out from under her in a puff of air. She'd been putting her weight on him enough that she stumbles forward and nearly hits her head on the wall. She catches herself before she can be anything less than graceful handling an invisible enemy.
Or not--that sure is a human-shaped shadow engulfing hers, even feels the heat of his body right behind her. She's not completely surprised at the idea of teleportation having faced it before in numerous enemies. They were more often than not a little more incorporeal from the start, however. This, from him, was a surprise.
Samus Aran does not like surprises.
She whips around and swings a fist for where she best guesses his face will be, but between the realization he's not under her and the realization he's behind her is a great window of opportunity to grab, restrain or hit her.]
no worries!
The irony never escapes her how, despite that, she often still employs her best assets in service as a soldier or hunter. It's also easy enough to ignore, especially some alien race's fancy and maybe quaint VR machine. Anyway... She feels his breath ebbing away second by second and feels confident enough to oblige him with some words. She leans more over his back to growl the reply in his ear.]
The pleasure's--
[--not hers! He suddenly disappears out from under her in a puff of air. She'd been putting her weight on him enough that she stumbles forward and nearly hits her head on the wall. She catches herself before she can be anything less than graceful handling an invisible enemy.
Or not--that sure is a human-shaped shadow engulfing hers, even feels the heat of his body right behind her. She's not completely surprised at the idea of teleportation having faced it before in numerous enemies. They were more often than not a little more incorporeal from the start, however. This, from him, was a surprise.
Samus Aran does not like surprises.
She whips around and swings a fist for where she best guesses his face will be, but between the realization he's not under her and the realization he's behind her is a great window of opportunity to grab, restrain or hit her.]