<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/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"> Carol watched Steve as he moved it at her and dodged his grapple, but took the strike by his shield. She hadn't expected him to use his shield like that. Her eyes widened a bit as she tumbled in mid air and hit the ground on her bottom with a grunt. The impact wasn't hard, just more pride bruising. She didn't see it coming and usually she saw attacks coming before they happened. Scrambling up to her feet she raised a brow at him and smirked. This was going to be fun. Focusing in on him more now, she opened up her seventh sense to try and get an idea of his next move while she did her next attack. He was obviously going on a defensive end, and she could tell it was to learn her better. Its what she did in most fights and she had to admire that as most guys she had fought got too hot headed and in over their ego to try and figure things out logically.<br/><br/>Hovering back up in the air, with her long sunshine colored hair whipping around at her back, she raised her toned right arm upward facing her palm toward him. She made sure not to use her concussive blast too harshly on him, she just wanted to sting him a bit. The beam of bright energy shot out from her hand. It was directed at his middle in hopes it would knock him off balance a little and at least have him feeling the power she had. It would have been unfair to go full out on the guy. Carol felt it was a training exercise, not necessarily a "dick" waving contest. Steve was pretty green she could tell but with training in their team, he had potential of being unstoppable -- at least to a degree. The blonde haired female just needed to find out where his weakness was. </span></span><br/>