[Clark is waiting for him, dressed for a fight, cape pooling at his feet as he takes in the arena and the rather impressive reinforcements.
He's never formally trained, handling himself in battle has been instinct, drive. A remnant of his genetics, or even the Codex itself in his cells, he can't be sure.
Clark raises a hand in greeting as Steve arrives.]
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He's never formally trained, handling himself in battle has been instinct, drive. A remnant of his genetics, or even the Codex itself in his cells, he can't be sure.
Clark raises a hand in greeting as Steve arrives.]
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Good to meet you sir. I'm Steve. <small<[He offers his hand for a handshake, wide smile on his face]