His large fingers had some difficulty in pressing the buttons to the console, but eventually he got it, the danger room flaired to life and by the time Primarch had made his way into its center, it was no longer a room of stainless steel but an near infinite darkness, grass under foot and line upon line of clay statues shaped like the ancient and honourable samurai.

He drew his mighty blade and as if on some trigger the first of the statues came to life, drawing their katana's and making for the blonde giant. His power sword shattered them as much as it cut through them, wave after wave fell before his might and before he even realised it was happening he was knee deep in rubble. They leapt at him, clay blades crashing into his armour and unprotected head. His mighty limbs struggled to be free of the mass of limbs that clawed and grabbed whilst rather blunt blades slammed and rammed at him. He kicked and punched and knocked them back before a massive sweep of his wings managed to get him some much needed distance between the horde and himself.

He held his blade once more and with a massive roar in charged down, smashing them to pieces with such ferocity and speed that eventually he had to stop just to let the dust cloud settle so he could see his next opponents. When the dust settled he found wave after wave of samurai running in and charging. He braced for the incoming assault.

Neena made her way back to the Danger Room after having scrounged up a snack from the kitchen. She was wearing her usual outfit, a black Tshirt with a picture of an owl in flight and faded blue jeans. A granola bar hung out of her mouth, and a half-frozen water bottle dripped in one hand. At the door she paused, noticing the 'IN USE' light glowing.

<"Really? Wonder who's around?"> Ever curious, and still munching, she made her way further down the hall to the the second door, leading up to the Observation Room.

Once inside she went over to the glass and looked down. A giant of a man was in the middle of what looked like a smash-n-bash with the Terra Cotta Warriors of Emperor Huang. Except these warriors were moving on their own, intent on reducing the giant to dust.

Blinking, her vision zoomed in for a closer look.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. Dressed rather... uniquely.... Very muscular. Wings. <"Lucky devil,"> she thought to herself. And on top of that he was really, really tall. He had to be well over ten, eleven feet tall. Neena whistled in appreciation.

As a new wave of attackers came forward from the dust, Neena continued to watch, analyzing the Giant's fighting style. After a few minutes of watching the way he was swinging, she began to appreciate that he was well-trained. But there was something in the way he roared that made her wonder if he was a Berzerker.

She adjusted her glasses, washed down the granola with a swig of water, and continued to watch.

His arms and legs swang in every different direction as he smashed away the incoming attackers, but for everyone he struck down there was more to take its place, once again he was getting overwhelmed by the swarm of punchs, kicks and jabs from the stone katanas. With a great shake of his wings he blew himself free of whatever he could before taking to the skies. After rising into the air and shaking free of any attackers he went into the fray once more, his large armoured feet smashing down and crushing a pair before lashing out with his fists. As the golems came swarmed in once more he brought his blade into use once more, an electric field ran over the weapon and sparks of electricity danced about as the blade carved through the statues.

After sometime he took to the air once more, this time he had a pair with him, there heads caught in his grasp before slammign them into one another and throwing them to there brethen. With that "someone's watching you feeling" tingling the hair on the back of his neck Primarch turned around, the observation window not three feet from where his wings currently carried him, it was rather out of place amidst the otherwise total darkness.

"Who are you?" he asked to the feminine figure staring back at him.

Neena made an 'I'm extremely jealous' snort when the man took to the air several times.

At one point she watched him descend to land on and destroy a pair of statues.

<"Hmm... with that shoe size, he could've taken out two more if he'd twisted to the right a few degrees..."> she thought idly.

Then his sword lit up with electricity. Her eyebrows raised in appreciation. "Nice..."

Then he spotted her. "Who are you?"

She blinked slightly, and tilted her head, adjusting her sunglasses as she did so. She glanced down at the panel for moment, trying to remember where the Godmike was. Locating and activating it, she grinned and waved.

"Hi there, mefriend. How are ya? Name's Neena. I teach here." She nodded to the scene below. The statues had begun climbing on top of each other, trying to form a ladder to reach their airborne foe. "Just admiring your handiwork there." She tilted her head the other way thoughtfully. "Nice hardware you've got there. Electrified? Or electromagnetic?"

She looked back down, and decided to voice her thoughts aloud. "You know, if you were to twist your body just a few degrees every time you land, you can, probably, double your destruction rate. As long as you don't trip, that is...." she added thoughtfully. Then she shrugged, and smiled. "So what's your name, mefriend? Unless you don't mind me calling you Goliath.

What, in some contexts might actually be considered a smirk started to slowly kreep across the giants face, this woman seemed to have an idea of what she was speaking. "I am Primarch, and my...hardware...makes use of a focused energy field." he informed, holding it up to the window to give Neena a clear view.

Noticing the little statues trying to make there way up to him, Primarch decided to take a break, he let himself drop and thrusted his blade down, devastating the poor samurai that got in his way, the ground beneath his armoured being shattered as he made contact, rock and debris flew everywhere. Before the samurai had another chance to mount an attack he made his way out of the area itself and up to the observation tower itself to speak properly with this...Neena. Once up there he placed his sword down and removed his gauntlets and using the back of his hand wiped away large beads of sweat.

"You know of weapons...and combat, most interesting." he mused.

Neena momentarily took off her sunglasses and took a closer look as the giant man showed off his sword. She nodded in appreciation.

She watched him finish his fight, then make his way into the Observation Room. "Pause simulation," she said aloud. Below, the scene froze, as if someone had hit 'pause' on the DVD player. Neena grunted, again amazed at the technology, then turned to face the warrior.

"Primarch, eh? Sounds regal." Hands in her pockets, she bent backwards to look up at the giant. He was easily twice her size. She whistled. "Sorry for stating the obvious, but you are huge! How much can you eat?"

He set the sword down, and she moved in for a closer look, setting her glasses on the consol.

"You know of weapons...and combat, most interesting."

"Well, I know of certain weapons, but I'm no expert." she replied as she examined the blade, which was nearly her size. "And I'm no combat expert either. As a matter of fact I rarely fight outside of this room. I'd probably be more of a liability than an asset to my team. My aim is pretty good though." In actuality her aim was near perfect, but she always felt there was room for improvement. "Still, I suppose I can hold my own in most situations."

She finished her inspection and leaned on the console next to the giant blade, unpocketing her hands and crossing her arms casually. Whereas most normal people would have been, at the very least, intimidated by such a weapon, let alone the creature wielding it, she smiled up at him easily, not a hint of fear or worry in her light grey eyes.

"So, no offense meant, but you sure look out of place in this century. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess you are a warrior by birth." She paused for confirmation before continuing. "Was there a particular reason behind this specific simulation?" There was no critisim in her question, simply pure curiosity. It was obvious he didn't need much sword training. So what kind of training was he after?

"Primarch, eh? Sounds regal."

"Indeed...and perhaps suitably so, my father was an important man." Primarch replied whilst pushing some hair from his face.

"So, no offense meant, but you sure look out of place in this century. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess you are a warrior by birth."

Primarch almost gave a snigger, if only she had seen the battlefields he had seen. "You have no idea, I am not just a warrior by birth, I am a warrior by creation. My brothers and I were created to lead my fathers armies. We each inherited some of his greatness. And no offense taken, although if one was to really examine this armour they would find it beyond regular armours of this century, perhaps I shall show you some day."

"Was there a particular reason behind this specific simulation?"

"No truely particular reason, but I do have a certain fondness for the samurai, even those stone ones. There is something about them, there willingness to lay down there lives for there master, they worship honour above all else. They are worthy warriors." the blond giant explained whlist rubbing his chin.

"You say you rarely fight outside this room, do you care to fight in it now? I shall not object to another making use of this room perhaps you would even care to show me some of the more dangerous simulations these computers can generate." he said with something akin to an excited smirk sneaking across his face.

"You say you rarely fight outside this room, do you care to fight in it now? I shall not object to another making use of this room perhaps you would even care to show me some of the more dangerous simulations these computers can generate."

“Well,” Neena drew out the word a bit as she gathered her thoughts, “I doubt I would be much of an opponent for you in direct combat. I’m more of a stealth fighter. So let’s see what the computer can whip up instead. Samurai, eh? Hmm....” She squinted one eye in thought, then began fiddling with the consol.

The room below began changing, starting with the disappearance of the stone soldiers. As the dust began clearing, a wave of green spread out from the din. The scene brightened from an unseen sun. As the grass continued to spread, other plants began to sprout from the ground. In the distance a small, open building began taking shape, a gazebo of sorts. The sound of running water could be heard among the other sounds of the garden.

“From what I’ve seen so far Primarch, you are very skilled with a sword. There’s little doubt that you would be a formidable opponent in the battlefield, so I see no reason for you to focus your training solely on direct combat. I’d like to propose a slightly different task instead, something a bit more.... delicate.” Because the giant man seemed to place such a high emphasis on honor, Neena decided to refrain from her usual teasing self, and chose her words accordingly.

“Upon entering the simulation you will be given a blue rose, the only one of its kind, it’s stem secured in a small vial, only a few inches in size. The vial will be secured on a chain around your neck. Inside the vial is a blue liquid that will keep the rose alive for ten minutes. Once the liquid evaporates, the rose will begin to wilt. Within ten more minutes, the rose will die. Your job is to get the rose to that gazebo,” she pointed to the structure in the center of the garden, “and into a pool of the living liquid, so that it can grow and multiply into a bush. Your way will be blocked by them.” An identical pair of samurai stepped into view on either side of the gazebo. Both were clothed in simple kimonos, and bore a katana and kodachi each. The pair of men stood nearly nine feet tall, shorter than primarch but still giant in stature.

Neena paused and glanced at Primarch. “Though it may not seem dangerous, things will be complicated. The pool of living liquid is hidden, and will only appear once you have honorably defeated both opponents. If the chain is broken and the rose lost or harmed, if the time runs out, or if you dishonorably dispatch either of the fighters, the pool will remain hidden, and the simulation will end.”

She paused again. “Does this sound like a task you’re up to?” Her words held just the slightest hint of a challenge, but not enough to sound as if she didn’t think he could do it. She was merely curious to see how he would handle such a combination of simultaneous goals.