#peach vs havoc would be kind of funny though

[experimentalfma]

"The proper...space?" Though he kept up a slightly confused smile, Havoc didn't find that statement particularly comforting, even if she had confirmed she wouldn't aim at him. Was she implying the two of them getting into a fight? Despite his military training and sharpshooting skills, Havoc wasn't much of a fighter if he didn't have to be and wasn't keen on fighting Peach in any space.

He jumped back a bit with a start when she did indeed aim the parasol toward him, and it burst open not far from where he sat. "Heh! Yeah, it's certainly a hell of a surprise!" he admitted with a self-conscious laugh as he straightened back up and ran a hand back through his hair. "Remind me not to get on your bad side." Well, there was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to defend herself from any of the troublemakers she mentioned if she needed to. She was impressive with her makeshift weapons; he'd give her that.

Watching her parasol return to its intended use over her shoulder with such an innocent-looking smile on her lovely face, Havoc almost could have believed that he'd imagined it with how sweet she looked now. Just a beautiful woman spinning a lacy parasol over her shoulder as if she didn't have a care in the world...who apparently could outmatch almost anyone he knew with a weapon. If nothing else, it was a fascinating dichotomy that piqued his interest in a slightly outmatched sort of way.

But he relaxed again when she settled herself beside him again, despite finding Central Command to be a bit of a disappointment. "Yeah, there isn't much that you'd find all that exciting," he confirmed with a shrug. "I'm really just there for work, though I live in the military dorms, so that's where I spend most of my day. That's why I like coming out to places like this to catch a little bit of break and liven things up a little."

He blinked blankly at her for a moment at her assumption that the girl he'd been trying to pick up had just been busy and didn't have a way to tell him, but he quickly recovered with a light chuckle. "Yeah, that must've been what it was. She just had something come up." She definitely didn't have something come up, but Havoc wasn't about to put a crack in Peach's innocent view of people's intentions. 'Well, I try to meet new people when I can," mostly attractive women, "but I have to admit results have been mixed. I'd say today has been a success, though. I've been enjoying talking to you."

"Of course I wouldn't aim it at you, this isn't the proper event space for any sort of fight." Implying she sometimes fights recreationally? Peach rises to her feet, taking a few steps forward so as to give some space and be mindful of her surroundings. It's a smooth motion as the parasol handle that was loosely in her grasp was spun into a fencing grasp, pointed at him, and the press of a button opened it in a way that could make the unsuspecting back up. "Of course, this was more uses then the classic baseball swing. the tip is pointed enough, and opening it can really confuse someone in the moment or push them back."

It's with a similar fluidity that Peach closes the parasol, and is able to go from the fencers grip to what looks to be a solid swing, aiming at nothing as her hips even twist a bit with the motion. If that was just using the much lighter parasol in an improvised manner, no wonder a golfclub in her hands could crack a few things. "One thing about this rather then a bat or club is the weight difference- especially the weight distribution. it has more drag so more poised motions are better, but some... regular trouble makers know the swing to be something to be wary of, even if diminished by lace, so it depends on the situation."

And just like that, another twirl of the parasol and it's open over her shoulder, making the princess look as sweet as can be, needing shade wherever she may go, even spinning the pink lace mindlessly as if in thought. with that warm smile, one could wonder if the moments displays of ferocity in demonstration could have been imagined, for she looked as sweet as... well, a peach!

And she closes it again to rejoin him on the bench, Listening intently to him describe Central command. "Ah, I can picture it well enough from that alone. Looks much more exciting from the outside then it's reality then." Shooting range likely referred to guns: Peach had seen a few during the smash tournaments, having been invited to give a few competitors weapons a try between matches. Definitely wasn't her preference, but the skill for it became quickly evident as... her aim hadn't really been much either.

Though, that smile dipped a bit hearing him talk of the no show. "It's a shame she couldn't make it," While the potential of it having been an intentional ghosting is there, that's not the first thought she has. The idea of intentionally forfeiting plans made with someone is foriegn to to the princess, as made evident as she adds, "It's always so frustrating when something comes up and plans fall through like that: especially when you can't let everyone know beforehand. At least you seem like the type to be able to make friends or fun even when things go awry." Perhaps the thought Havoc had been intentionally no-showed didn't cross her mind at all.