<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><strong>Gamoran:  Can All Martial Artists Stick Their Foot in Their Mouth So Well?</strong></em></span></div><hr/><br/>He smiled at Ororo, unaware of her thoughts of what might lay beneath his clothing... yet wondering much the same about both her and Carol.  He had been with women... well, two of them to be exact, but it hadn't ended well when his master had discovered their liaisons.  One was killed for daring to speak defiantly to the master that for some reason he was having difficulty visualizing.  It was making his head hurt... he winced and rubbed his temples, shaking the thoughts away and focusing on the present.  He grinned as Ororo spoke of the training facilities.  If she pronounced his name incorrectly he didn't say anything about it.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh yes.  I am most assuredly interested in training.  I've yet to meet anyone on this planet to truly test my combat skills against, but perhaps that will change soon."</strong><br/><br/>His words may have sounded arrogant to some, but there was no pretentious tone in his voice.  He had gotten a lot better since his defeat on Aldur 7.  His skill was incomparable throughout the galaxies and his speed, strength, endurance and reactions had been enhanced to very high levels, so it was no wonder that he was known far and wide as the most dangerous man in the universe.  Even the vaunted Champion of the Universe had recognized his ability, though he had not had a chance to test himself against the infamous Elder of the Universe.  Gamoran spoke as he did because as far as he knew, it was fact.  He took a moment to cast another glance at Storm's body... the way her hips flared out and her perfect breasts held at bay by the fabric of her uniform-  He caught himself staring and as Carol... yes, Storm had verified that she was the same girl that he had seen earlier at the school... as Carol spoke, he quickly looked in her direction.  The curves that met his eyes as he looked at the blonde girl were every bit as tantalizing as those on Ororo, just in a different way.  Her uniform left very little to the imagination.  His eyes traveled up her form to politely meet her eyes... even as she moved by him and placed a hand on his arm.  He swallowed.  What was it about beautiful females that made him pause?  A weakness, surely... and one that he would have to work on.  He offered a smile as his muscles tensed at her touch.<br/><br/><strong>"Of course, Carol.  It was great to see you again!  I hope to work up a sweat with you later."</strong><br/><br/>Was that the proper term?  Yes... at least according to the translator.