[h1][color red][center]Arrish Duval[/center][/color][/h1]
[h3][center][color red][i]"This hand of mine is burning red! It's loud roar tells me to grasp victory!"[/i][/color][/center][/h3]
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Arrish leaned back in a chair and swirled around a glass of red wine in one of his hands. His thoughts had been of the upcoming battle and whether he was truly prepared for it. They had talked plans and strengths vs weaknesses but nothing could ever compare to being out there on the field of battle. It tested the strength of their spears, and the willingness to push through even when odds turned against them. Everyone would be at their best out there and without anything to hold them back save their own reservations or doubts. He considered his opponents, what would they stop at to win, and what standards would they be willing to break if it meant victory? Did he see those same odds in team apple? He downed the last of his wine and stood up, dressing himself and his mind for battle. 
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[color red]"This is the Horst Mark 7 online, weapons are hot and guns primed."[/color] The Horst held her multiform rod by her side and did the salute with her other hand before positioning herself into a posture that was meant for battle instead of parade marches. Arrish fanned over the image that had popped up on his screen and let out a barking laugh, thankful that he had managed to turn off his comms before guffawing at the edited image that bug had produced. He couldn't help himself, after all he had something very similiar to show off. 

[color red]"Bug, I love the work you did there but you don't have to be so shy. Everyone knows what the real OTP is."[/color] He hit a few buttons on the console and produced an equally edited image, this time it had been Arrish and Astolfo wearing their noble duds in the middle of a dance, Bugatti had been dipped over like the true princess he was with Arrish's mouth hovering over his. If this was the game that Bug wanted to play, then the noble was all for it. Arrish didn't mind the reputation it had earned him because well, it wasn't true, but it did earn him a lot of attention and attraction from the ladies outside of his squad and seeing those flustered and floundering faces did wonders for his ego.

He paused a moment longer before replying over comms. [color red]"Now that the disinfo is over we should focus on adjusting our plan to the environment. I'm no thinking it needs to change much but those buildings are going to be in the way of our guns, and we'll have to look out for surprise charges"[/color] he paused before adding.[color red]"I want to get on one of those buildings too, if you think they'll hold up my framewerk, and take some pot shots at our enemy before they really get into range of our guns. Thoughts anyone?"[/color]

This is where we'll learn what our team mates are like on the battlefield, he added as he thought, but not where we'll really be tested. That's going to be when we're deep in a mission and things start going wrong. Who we really are, and what we're willing to do to win will really begin to shine. Still, his thoughts trailed on, everyone's going to show their best and I'm not going to stand down until I'm beaten battered and broken.