"Come now, Red. You are only mortal. I am the product of Soviet science. You are no match for me." Olga said with her sexy accent.
"I am sure I am no match for you, Olga. You power and beauty is greater than mine. But...."
With each word the heroes circled and sized up her friend. The panther like Olga, lean hard muscles stronger than the hardest steel, the lion like Red, sensual muscles powered by a heart like no other in history. They ended face to face chest to chest. Olga stared cold as ice as she had been trained early in life and developed through hard battles with the forces of evil. Red's violet eyes flashing as she smiled slightly.
"You cannot win." Olga whispered.
"So you keep saying. Trying to convince me, or yourself?"
Olga was having a hard time focusing with Red so close. Anyone else she could block out, even Maia, but Red was special, they had a history so long. She felt her body reacting in ways she did not want. She could smell that cinnamon scent and it was driving her wild.
"When I win."
"If you win." Red teased.
The promise of more hung in the air.
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