As Fathismus soars up to the ship, he notices his enemy seems to be quite... female. The site of this attraction sets his mind off focus. The seven million mile flight to this ship, this battle ground, was steered with focus. Steered with a vision of triumph. The vision was well thought out throughout the journey with many scenarios thought up and mentally enacted upon. So many outcomes based on different skill sets the enemy might acquire. Through all of this mental preparation, not one of these scenarios involved fighting a female.
This was no ordinary woman from earth that he sighted with his approach. This woman had a phenomenal physique. She seemed to be fit for any physical test. With a face like stone and a glare in her eyes showing she was in no mood for conversation, she seemed to prepare a stance of offense with his approach. His mind starts fresh in the very moment of his entry for battling a beautiful woman was the last thing he expected. Though the glass breaks around his face and body, he keeps the woman locked in his sights as he lands in the main deck of the ship only twenty feet from his target. The moment he lands, he sees a stream of small, relatively slow moving, spherical projectiles heading his way. Though his reaction skills are good, his fogy mind hesitates and he manages to only dodge half of them. He notices that the strange projectiles only seem to make a mess of his face and obscure the vision in his right eye. He needs to think straight. He must look past the fact that he is facing a girl. One who seems to be confident enough to toy with him. Once the stream of vision obscuring spheres cease to come his way, he immediately teleports in front of her, kisses her on the forhead and teleports back to the possition he was in and then uses telekinesis to push her back five feet. This was more to match her playful attitude than to hurt her.. He takes a defensive stance at this point to repectively wait for her next move.. .
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