Natalie smiled, looking out on him as they got out, walking down the street. She knew that they were a sight to behold, Athena and Ares embodied into these two mortal potrayal of Gods. Most recognized the big fellow- Victor Kanatario, a renowned WSM compeitor, who anyone who was in Brussels that day would recognize. Only a few knew Natalie, from the Olympics a few years ago. The others that didn't, knew that she seemed like a tamer and the perfect accompanyment to the Mohican by her side, and that wasn't too far from the truth. Unless it was the other way around. Natalie wasn't sure herself- but all she knew was, was that they got on well, and they had a life far more extraordinary than a normal human being's. That she had experienced a little when she was young, but even so, it was too dull. Nothing was intense, nothing compared. The VDV, and then Spetsnaz Alfa Gruppa, then her own autonomous work for the Spetsnaz GRU as a lone operator meant that she had seen more than enough combat, at the age of 23. Going into the PMC and the "Bear" armor changed her forever. And Victor? Well, to her, he was the center. She had spent time with many men, and they were too insignificant. Many couldn't handle what she had. The size, the proportions, the lifestyle. Not even the wildest Russian could try a relationship with her. It was like trying to fight a Lion with your bare hands. It would never work sanely, and she knew as much as men lusted over her curves and her beauty, they never considered a lifelong commitment or time with her. Victor was the only man that Natalie knew would roar back if she growled, and that would happily stand over her, and make it very clear that he was the only equal on this planet to her. So that was why Natalie had predominantly gotten on, and found that he was the only man on the earth that ever understood what she did. And in some ways, she was happy it was like that. They'd never go. They were fixtures in life, and Natalie knew that full well. The bullet from earlier that had hit her side had been pulled out while she was in Akitoieri, and she felt a tiny cramp, though it was mostly insignificant due to a giant-sized portion of painkillers. That barely really hit her system, but did some relief.

Looking behind, before Natalie looked over at Victor, she smiled, her hand around his.
"We sure are popular..." She said in French, aware that Victor would understand, and maybe some locals. He had to, she guessed- he lived so close to the Ontario border back in the US, and his tribe were almost practically in that area. As they walked in, she knew it would be a good day of watching him distribute some hell to the other competitors, and that she'd be a debated topic. She didn't make herself incredibly public- this wasn't the place to massively overdo it, but she knew that it was simply because she knew that it wasn't precisely her show. 

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Later on, Natalie found herself by the press, with Victor having cameras pointed her way. Natalie stayed out, waving to VIctor in a certain way as she watched the other strongmen go at each other in the tug of war. Pah, she thought to herself. With her level of training and physical fitness, in a certain event she could bowl them over. Her own physical training routine to keep herself as athletic and powerful as possible was barbaric, with swimming, lifting and a combination of running and clambering being her approach. She enjoyed having fun whenever she worked out- and Victor took a simular approach, from what she saw. Helping logging companies to move their wood...and that to her was indeed some serious power that he held. Still, she knew that the WSW, the women's equivalent, was full of women that had nothing on her and something she was thinking about. They were strong, but to be Natalie Denisova style strong, it took something else. Something very different- and whilst she knew she had flaws in areas, and could definitely bulk up even more if she wanted to at the expense of her looks, it wasn't worth it for the capability in the suit or in competition. She let out a woop, louder than the others at Victor, a grin on her face as she literally stood two to three heads above most in the crowd. Sometimes, being tall gave you the best view of the best man in your life, Natalie thought to herself, as she watched Victor approach Magnus, and congratulate the Chinese winner. Natalie cheered herself, a little loudly, thinking to the time she met Mariusz Pudzianowski. He was a little..different to Victor, but he had a vigor that she could tell had made him a winner. But whatever it was in life, there was no denying it in her head. Natalie knew for a fact, that when there's almost 8 feet of Mohican-Danish muscle and pure power with military precision and courage, that Victor was a man beyond any comprehension. And he had a right to roar. To Natalie, the scene felt ecstatic, almost electric, as she knew that he was swallowing up in the moment, and truly enjoying it. Somehow, in that crowd, Natalie knew that Victor would never miss the sight of her among the few press that was there, her own sheer size helping to reinforce that she was the giant's love intrest. And she knew full well, one day, they would intertwine in a marriage, one that she'd wait on him to drop on her. Natalie didn't mind Victor dropping a surprise, and knew that after all this time, of working together, and loving each other, something had to come. In some ways, it was good to be here, out of the fight. Rather than asphyxiating Cypriot gangsters with her pair, she was in some form of extra-ordinary normality. Rather than floating with a helium suit in a gusty storm onto a large trawler, armored like a tank and impervious to bullets, she was now mingling with mere mortals, with people who everyday, were just here to watch something mad. Natalie knew that for what she had, she was gifted, and that intelligence, looks and size like this was a fluke. Even herself, she had to admit- that herself and Victor were close to perfection, the ultimate human beings, the Gods among mortals to stand above and make change. Perhaps, it was why Natalie felt so ecstatic. Normality never felt so crazy.