(Kinda want to get Natalie/Victor talking, perhaps after the events. Might be interesting to explore their past, in you know, getting to know them contextually better. It's hard to write posts, since I know this is mainly your end- but that said, it gives me time to explore character depth. )

Natalie cheered on, watching Victor make mincemeat out of the other competitor, and get a few gazes towards her. She'd treat him right, he deserved it after his training after all. She knew what he was doing was near torturous, and it would push him beyond the realms of normal human strength. Especially being his size, being a little more fragile due to height, it was his duty to remain ultra-athletic and work out, and Natalie knew that whilst herself, for a female standard, could be one of the most powerful women alive today, she knew that it would take a certain dedication like Victor's to get to that. She adjusted her shirt, smiling as she winked at him, aware that the roaring Mohican was indeed, happy to be alive. Natalie recognized that euphoria in his face, the joy and pleasure- it was similar to when she heavily walked to him, and put his faceplate up, and saw what she saw before she locked her lips into his, the same sort of emotion if it wasn't for the fact that it was even better. Sometimes, Natalie liked to think that life was good- she had it easy. With such pain and misery, with such intense training, came something in life that most others never got. A chance to be among the elite of the world's people,and along with Victor, one of a pair of the most deadly, invincible individuals walking the planet. Among the crowd, it was unlikely that any knew that in any given moment, had a man turned a pistol to her head, she would be already one step ahead, and she would know full well that her mind no longer relied on input in a situation like that. It just worked. 

Like Victor's, almost. She was young, beautiful, but powerful, and intelligent. She knew that beauty and a large breast size masked that. And it did a good job. Because today, she was a Mohican strongman's girlfriend, and a woman of whom many men were jealous of, just like Victor's handsome looks, his feared Mohawk which defined the already huge-sized and muscled brute of a man made him a hit with women here. By night, with him or without, she was deadlier than a nuclear device, and found herself doing some very extra-ordinary activities. Yesterday night, she was floating in a helium suit over the eastern Mediterranean, here, she watched her only lover bowl over other "would-be" strongmen. Pah. Despite her alertness to what was directly in her surroundings, and that as a big woman, she was a big target, Natalie was almost fully unaware that a large number of Eastern terrorists, of mixed nationalities and various aims, wanted anarchy to come about tomorrow, and to her only love. None the less, Natalie smirked, watching as he came back with a smile that simply suggested nothing but a shit eating cockiness.