[b][i]Mykhailo Martinez[/i][/b]

"Thanks, Aurélie; I'd be honored to fight you in the simulators," Mykhailo replied to the Frenchwoman, before replying to his fellow 'silver-spoon child', "And yes, Fuka, next time, I'll ask someone to take the food to the Women's dorms - I forgot about the existence of the staff; no offense to them."

Then he followed the female pilot to the simulators, anticipating a fierce fight; he knew not to underestimate a strong and assertive woman.

A few hours later, he realized that, as he [i]won[/i] through the skin of his teeth, Aurélie was holding back the true extent of her skills, and he looked at her directly as the both of them got out of the simulators so he can outright tell her he knew.

"I got lucky and you were holding back," were the twenty-one-year-old's exact words. "It seems you're wary enough to hold back some tricks; had I been lulled into overconfidence by that, I could be dead next time I fight."

His eyes glinted with... something before he continued, "You're a great pilot; I read enough of the superficial similarities of your backstory to Valkyrie's. I am honored to have had the chance to pretend I shot you down, and also to have tasted the sharpness of your wit. Let's have a fiercer fight next time when the opportunity strikes."

[i]I like you but in a different way than Valkyrie and Fuka. That does not mean I trust you, you [b]lovable rogue[/b]. But for now... We can use how skilled you are.[/i]

Then he went to the men's dorms to shower, put on his nightclothes, and then sleep; he had a long day tomorrow.

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