Barapam wrote:"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm glad you are too..." Julia giggled in her typical girly manner. "I didn't know that my art was that enchanting, but I take it as a compliment as good as any other."
She rubbed her shoulder. It was a little sore after all, but nothing a little magic couldn't cure. Although it would probably heal by itself in no time.
"Paintball you say, eh? I've actually never tried it, even if I've always wanted to. I'm more of a hockey girl." She smiled again, but this time more confident than sweet. "I might look small, but I can be tough out on the ice."
James laughed, "Well, if it helps I have seen a girl your size use a M two four zero bravo and charge into incoming fire." He had to think for a moment, "She took three AK rounds to the chest, armored of course, that little girl was the roughest toughest Marine I met though." He made a motion as if lifting a sack of potatoes onto his shoulder. "So I grab this girl and toss her over my shoulder and start hauling her back to cover as bullets tear the ground all around us, I tell ya she was still shooting that blasted LMG while bleeding out. Got proof of it on my shoulder." James laughed and took his jacket off, through his white shirt one could see a long gash, not cut like but more close to blunt force trauma.
"So don't think I doubt you. Little dogs usually bite harder, they have more to prove." James slid his flight jacket back on, "Your art is amazing though." He glanced back to his, "Mine, well, it leaves more to be desired." He laughed and pulled a water bottle from his jacket before drinking.
