[b]Training Room[/b]

Watching a large man get flipped right on his ass, Emmanuel grins. [i]Looks like he wasn't quite fast enough huh? Well, I shouldn't have a problem with that. Maybe I can even tangle with the instructor and see how THAT would turn out. [/i] Emmanuel may be slightly over confident in his speed and hand to hand abilities. And why wouldn't he be? When a man can move at the speed of lightning, it could almost be considered self hate to NOT be confident in your abilities. He's certainly never met anyone who can match him yet. Maybe that will change soon though. Who knows.

Raising his hand and stepping forward, the scarred man speaks up. "I wouldn't mind giving it a go Mr. Jones! I'm decently confident in my hand to hand abilities. They haven't let me down so far." Emmanuel thinks for a second on whether to introduce himself immediately or not. On the one hand, he's fairly certain people have heard of him? He's only been a member for a couple weeks, but he's been a hero ever since the Awakening, taking care of his home turf in New York. He's happy to say that while he was on the job, crime rates dropped down to zero percent. His neighborhood was a completely crime free area, and that started to trickle out to other neighborhoods once the criminals heard how he fights. Lots of stabbing with fingers, plus pressure points, plus electrical jolts usually resulted in the poor bastard losing use of his arms and/or legs for a while, which most people actively try to avoid. So yeah, he made a little name for himself down there, though he doesn't know how far its spread. On the other hand, it might not have gotten to any of the really big superheroes, though Emmanuel certainly has heard of the big League members. Plus, he just enjoy's being polite, so it's probably better to introduce himself. "My name is Emmanuel, Emmanuel Liheart. Codename: The Flashbolt Acolyte. I just joined a couple of weeks ago actually, and I had to clean up back home, so I haven't gotten a chance to do much of anything around here, which Im hoping to change here right now!" Cocky, but polite. That's Emmanuel's style. That way, when he kicks your ass, you can't really get mad at him, or in the off chance he's beat, its all good cause he wasn't a butthead about it before. 

"Uh, that being said, what exactly are the rules for sparring around here, and who am I sparring with? Honestly, I wouldn't mind tussling with you, if you'll pardon my hubris. If you're gonna learn, you might as well learn from the best, am I right? Though I feel we have distinctly....different fighting styles." Yeah, that's saying something. Emmanuel knows about Chrome. A man who can turn into literal steel will definitely fight differently than someone who moves as Emmanuel does. A what he's assuming to be bruiser verses a man based on quick but potent strikes is certainly an interesting match up, if nothing else. "But if you have someone you wanted to see spar, I'd be more than happy to go toe to toe with them too. I'll fight anyone, really. I've just got some energy I need to blow off." Its true too. As he says it, his arms tingle and release a small jolt of electricity around them. Being around such a high tech place, Emmanuel's picked up a ton of charge just from the air. He's running full capacity and he intends to discharge some of it one way or another, whether its with sparring or he has to see how much one of those sonic treadmills can keep up with him,