Al threw her head back and laughed almost barking. Shaking her head she half walked and half slid down the sandy dune. "Still a selective memory I see." she said obviously amused as she stepped to the group, not at all worried about that sword in his hand. "You have forgotten half the encounters that I won, old friend." Though she used the last word in a mocking manner, only she and Marcus would recognize.<br/><br/>It was true, she was just as good as she were, that they both were still alive was the best sign for it. Standing right in front of the man she smirked and looked up into his eyes, he was maybe half a head taller, but that did not mean that he was naturally better than her. And he knew it, she was his equal. As if whoever built this blasted planet thought it would be fun to have a female version of him.<br/><br/>"It's almost a pleasure to see that you are still a breathing waterbag, how boring would life be without you." She still smirked, winked at Marcus and turned her eyes to the others in the group, saluting with one finger at her forehead. "Me name is Al, an old friend of that bugger here." she introduced herself.