[hr][hr][h1][center][color=0072bc]Anton G'iscard
"L'étincelle"[/color][/center][/h1][hr][hr]

Anton wasn't sure which of his teammates that he found the oddest; the captain himself was after all Anton could gather a true soldier, a grunt who would take any challenge put upon him with a salute and a 'Yes sir!; the kid reading about medicine Anton though, who he was under the impression would be their saint-like version of an army medic. Always useful, though Anton was afraid of the youngest hurting himself; the Swiss siblings, each with their own special talents. The lady with the power to controll water, and the guy with powers surprisingly akin his own; the Spaniard with more mouth than he had wits and whatnot; and then at least it was the dame; the lady with the power to intoxicate any of her victims just by a simple touch. So powerful only matched by her beauty, even Anton had to admit that. Yes, it was difficult for him to grade the oddest of them out. 

No wait, it was Oscar. 

Anton had joined the others now standing outside their barracks, waiting for whatever orders David were to give them. And of course Oscar had the nerve to speak like he did to a commanding officer! Anton coughed, he felt personally insulted by such lousy behaviour from a petty private. The others sounded more sane, emphasising the need for 'normal' training as well as team work. [color=0072bc]"If z'at is an order, capitaine..."[/color] Anton started to say while he casually began to jog in the general direction of Curahee before the others. [color=0072bc]"I will see you at zee top of Curahee. Bonne chance!"[/color]