<div class="floatleft">(http://img695.imageshack.us/img695/1460/msmarvelmini.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Ms Marvel and Steve Spar</strong><br/></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> When he asked about weapons and she noted the shield he pulled out, she gave him a smile and a slight shrug. There was nothing wrong with weapons. She had her own infact. Hers were just more innate than other peoples may be. Why should see deny him in this case?<br/><br/><strong>"Don't see why not, and yeah you are here for a reason. I'm a bit intrigued to see this."</strong><br/><br/>She moved over with him to the mats and looked toward the black costumed male in the other room just briefly, making note to ask him to come join them after. Carol floated up in the air about three feet off the ground as she took her own stance and nodded to him. She'd let him have the first attack, if he wanted it. Her eyes stayed on him and the shield. The young superheroine didn't know much about how you hold shields but she was almost positive he was doing it wrong. Not saying a word she motioned with her hand in a "bring it" sort of motion.</span></span><br/>