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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2368974" data-attributes="member: 26473">Normand turns towards the légionnaire, and before Marcel can even respond, he speaks up. “What about boxing?  Any matches that can be set-up?  I'd be all over that!”Marcel grips the man’s hand and pumps it up and down. “Yeah! I'm Marcel Fortier. Just came in last night. We were assigned to Third as well! Looks like we are going to be seeing a lot of each other. Hey, this is Pyotr, Vidal, and Normand. We went through training together.”Nedjar nods as he shakes Marcel’s hand with a firm grip. “There are regular matches put on by the Army,” he answers Normand, “and sometimes units in the field will put a bout together, for fun.”The legionnaire looks Normand up and down as he reaches for a ladle of green beans. “You look like you can handle yourself, but a word of advice: watch out for sergent-chef Verdurand. He likes to pick out the big guys during hand-to-hand training.” He grins. “He’s a savate expert, and he was the French national champion last year. Verdurand turned down the chance to be an instructor at Sully, so he tends to practice on the guys in the company.” Another grin. “Especially the new guys.”</blockquote>