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

Anton had gotten a fair head start before the others behind him, and so he enjoyed the view of the rising mountain before him while he could. It was a true wonder of nature to the former French farmboy who grew up in northern France. There he had been surrounded by barn roofs, wind mills and the occational church spire, but it was nothing when compared to Mount Curahee. Sure, he had seen mountains from his cockpit before, but beholding it from the very slope of it made him feel a sense of insignificance, though not in a bad way. 

His sole view of the mountain was soon disturbed by the arrival of a very certain Asian man. Kaneda Renner was his name, or at least what he called himself. Anton thought he had heard that Kaneda was half Japanese and half German. [i]Great, what could possibly go wrong with a man like that?[/i] Anton found himself think as he passed him. They had exchanged words sparsely before, though his first-impressions of the half-Asian was better than expected. Having neither saluted Hitler or shouted 'Banzai' was a good sign for him. But he still preferred to talk to the man as little as possible. He was after all a man decentant of both those who invaded his homeland and of those who invaded France's colonies. 

Behind him he could hear the fastening footsteps of his other teammates, especially the voices of Oscar the Spaniard and Zhanna the Russian. At least he thought she was Russian. More surprisingly she was there with them and not fighting with her compatriots at the now named Eastern Front. But for her Anton could have a little respect, for the two of them knew how it was for their homelands to be invaded by the fascist Germans. Not that he understood a darned word of her Russian. 

Anton was in no rush to reach the top first, he had simply begun to jog before them. He had no intentions of using his powers to his own advantage. Not that he could, his skills with electricity and such made him no better at running. But he didn't mind, the jogging was refreshing to him as well as reminding him of the same type of training back home. So he just let the others jog past him if they were quicker, he was aiming at the long-goal of getting up and down without a break.