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It's a beautiful day in the Nexus, and what better time for a young krogan to be out exploring? Is he looking for weapons, tasty snacks, or possibly just classic Earth literature? Who can say?

Whatever the case, Grunt doesn't seem to be finding it, but it doesn't seem to matter much. He stops and sniffs at the air, curious about the new sights, sounds, and smells here. "What is that?" he asks no one in particular, his voice deep and booming.

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I was asking about you.

He stops eating for a moment as he considers how to answer. "I'm tankborn. My first real memory is waking on Shepard's ship. I have the knowledge Okeer gave me, memories of a thousand battles, but none of them are mine."

*She gives a thoughtful nod at that.*

I see. Well, if you'd ever like a sparring partner, give me a call. You look like you could keep up.

"Not many other races can stand up to sparring with a krogan," he says, a little interested. If she can match him in a fight, there's more to her than is immediately obvious.

There are a few species that haven't stood up to me, either.

*She gives him another appraising look.*

I like to keep things interesting.

She doesn't look like much to Grunt, but then Shepard isn't as physically imposing as a krogan either and she can keep up. Granted, he's heard that Cerberus had something to do with that, so it might not be in-born, but he's not exactly 100% natural either so he can't really point fingers.

"Interesting's one word for it."

*She may not look like much to Grunt, but she's got it where it counts--namely a kill count that includes planets. Not the populations of planets, planets.*

Then I'll look forward to a dance.

"Dance, huh?" He gets the meaning, though he can't help but think of seeing Shepard try to dance, and she is just horrible at it. "You one of those fancy footwork types? Jumping around in a fight and stuff."

*She gives a nonchalant shrug.*

When I have the edge in mobility, I use the advantage. When I don't, I make the enemy come to me.

*Which doesn't at all describe the kind of crazy, acrobatic maneuvers she can pull in a fight.*

"It'll be interesting to see your tactics." He's been given tons of strategic data on the most prominent species in the galaxy, and while she looks indistinguishable from a human to him, she isn't one. There's no telling what differences she might have in strategy or anatomy that could be exploited in a fight, what weaknesses she doesn't share with humans.

Likewise, I'm sure.

*She's similar to a human in more ways than she likes to admit, but there are also differences--oh the differences. Meanwhile, she knows nothing at all about Krogans, but can start making educated guesses from his build, stance, stride, and conversation. While she hasn't had a thousand years of combat data fed directly into her brain, she has received the distilled wartime wisdom of a civilization which outlasted every other in its weight class so successfully that the current galactic society mistakes them for pacifists. She's quite looking forward to testing herself against a new opponent.*

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