[b]Training Center: Emmanuel[/b]

As the aquatic avenger walks up to the center of the sparring ring, Emmanuel turns to face him. He smiles and says "Why hello there Aquaman! The name's Emmanuel. I answer to that, Flashbolt Acolyte, just Acolyte, or even just Flashbolt. Hell, you could probably just yell hey you really loudly and still get my attention that way. I'm not picky." Looking the other man up and down, Emmanuel takes in a few things. One, gills. I guess he has lungs too? He'd have to, otherwise we'd see him suffocating right before us. Two, he looks freakin ripped. Don't get hit. Three, trident. How.....typical, honestly. That could definitely hurt if he gets smacked by it. And of course, his own personal weapons won't be super effective here. They're not exaaaactly sparring friendly. They hurt, a lot. But if he wants to use his trident, Emmanuel won't say no. He doesn't look like the fastest person in the world, so as long as the Flashbolt can run circles around him, that trident and strength won't do much to him.

"Nice trident you have there man. I'm totally up for letting you use that. You wanna make this a power spar? I wasn't planning on getting in an all out, no holds barred match right from the get go, but if that's what you want to do, we can do it. Im all up for showing off what I can do. I've been a member for a bit, but I dont think anyone has actually seen me fight, so this would be good time to let loose and get some pointers on how I could improve. Ya feelin me Aqualad?" Emmanuel catches himself. "Ah, I really shouldn't just keep calling you stereotypical names. Really sorry about that. What's your name?" He holds his hand out for a good shake.

With his hand still outstretched, he watches the crowd and grins. Oooo, betting? I like that, he thinks to himself. Gonna have to make this a good show for all of them then. If i make it good enough, I can probably talk some money out of the ones that bet on me to send back home to old Granny Gossamer. Yeah, she could use some extra money. She's the whole reason he even came up here in the first place. That old bag really got on his tail once crime went down. Yelling at him to 'Get out of here and make yourself useful somewhere else.' and 'You've already done so much here, go help some other people'. Its stereotypical, he knows, but everyone's family in a little neighborhood like that, and he told them all he'd make them proud and become a super famous hero. And if he needs to beat up a fishman as his first step for it, so be it. Not that he's assured to win, and he won't beat anyone up here too much. He considers everyone here his friend and colleague. At least so far he hasnt met anyone too obnoxious.

Turning to Chrome, hand still outstretched for a shake, he's very polite; he asks the question Ocean Warrior just had. "So Chief, he votes for a Powered match, I guess. Is that what we're doing?"