<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.diarynote.jp/photo/l/20060820/60264_20060820225603.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gouf Custom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Colosseum Training Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sandrock Gundam.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Gouf was not going to back down. She knew she was greatly overpowered by Sandrock. By any Gundam-Girl really. However, she would not back down. She'll show the others that the MS-Girls deserved to be here just as much as any of the Gundam types.<br/><br/>Sandrock's burning Shotels clashed once more against Gouf's heat saber. Gouf's fierce determination shone upon her face, her red eyes burned with intense concentration. Her plush pink lips pulled into a taunt line as she fought back against the power of a Gundam.<br/><br/>Though Sand Rock proved to be just as fierce as her opponent. Gouf had to raise her shield to deflect the burrage of slashes that Sand Rock was sending her way. Each strike upon her shield leaving long straight rents into the thick armor. The addition of the Vulcans forced Gouf to try, and duck down below her shield. But not before a couple of stray rounds cut into Gouf's face. Leaving bright red lines along her cheeks. The next moment, blood started to dribble down her fair skin. Proof of how much each was giving the other in this fight, everything.<br/><br/>Gouf was knocked by by the power, and fury of Sand Rock's attacks. Landing several feet away upon her back. However she would not be knocked down for long as she quickly scrambled to her feet to face the Red headed swordsgundam. Gouf quickly rose her left arm, and started to pepper the area where Sand Rock was with 35mm Rounds from her triple barrel Machine gun.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/>Natarl Badgiruel stood up, and approached Heart as she gave the girl a very analytical look. Badgiruel gave Heart a slight nod of hte head in return to her bow. "Yes, I can imagine such an introduction rankled many of your class. Bear in mind that the girls that go here are not your average human. Each one is like you, Miss God Gundam. Proud, and powerful." Badgiruel stated as she pointed to the screen. "Look there. You see Gouf, and Sand Rock Gundam fighting. As a General Rule, Mobile Suits are generally not as powerful as Gundams. Yet, she still fights with everything she has. She'll fight you the same way. So don't let the title of "Gundam" Go to your head." Badgiruel stated in a no nonsense attitude.<br/><br/>Raimus leaned over to Heart. "Don't worry, she gives the same speel  to everyone when they arrive." She stated to assure Heart that she was not being singled out.<br/><br/>"I'll start you off with the Zeta-3 Evaluation routine. I understand that you're a melee type. Be warned that you'll be tested against every conceivable environment, and condition to gauge your prowess. However, do not worry about getting knocked about too roughly. This is only a Test." Badgiruel stated simply as she started punching commands into the computer.<br/><br/>"You'll do fine, Miss Heart. Nothing to worry about." Raimus stated happily. Though since Natarl was distracted. She leaned in very close to Heart's ear. "Though you'll have to work a lot harder to seduce me,<em>King of Hearts.</em>" She purred, letting her warm breath brush across Heart's ear, and the exposed part of her neck. Raimus's ruby red lips millimeters away from Heart's ear.<br/><br/>"Okay, the Training hall is set. Please Follow the lighted path upon the floor." Natarl stated as she turned back to Heart, and Raimus. Just before Heart a series of bright red lights illuminated the floor leading to a set of double doors on the opposite side of the room.<br/><br/><div align="center">-----------------------------------------------------------------------</div><br/>Deathscythe Hell would not be alone in her wanderings of the Academy halls for very long before the hurried footsteps of someone running could be heard from around the corrner. "I'm late, I'm late. Hamon will kill me!" Came a slightly panicked male voice.<br/><br/>Around the corner, a middle aged man with light brown hair, bushy eyebrows, and a mustache came rounding the corner and almost collided with Deathscythe Hell. Though with a feat of incredible agility, he easily dodged around her before coming to a stop. Looking over his shoulder, his dark eyes fixated upon the young woman standing in the Hall way. He could easily deduce that she was lost. Probably a new transfer. With a sigh, he rubbed his finger across the furry Caterpillar that rested upon his upper lip.<br/><br/>He would approach her, and look at her as if studying an opponent. "Excuse me, Miss. Are you lost?" He asked. His voice was warm, but professional.