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Scott Lang	Great, another international incident, an embassy invaded. 'Scott you were supposed to be watching her.' Nevermind he had a 9 year old he could barely keep track of! Scott is needless to say a bit miffed himself as he has driven his car a couple hours north into upstate New York with Grail once again crammed in the passenger seat. Forests, mountains, and by now they had passed a few 'No Trespassing' signs which had given way to federal warnings and eventually signs warning trespassers could be shot on sight. This was government territory, secret testing grounds, underground bunkers. Scott didn't know a fraction of what went on there, only that SHIELD had given him clearance to use an old quarry in this zone for training purposes as 'Giant-Man' wasn't exactly something that worked well in most gyms.      Not that he was really planning to train even if he did have his suit on, not about to be around the now criminal trespasser without protection! Trespassing, the nerve! "We're here," he grumbles as he parks the car on the quarry's edge, a deep pit of little more than boulders, stone, and gravel, rough paths carved into the sides that once allowed large trucks and other equipment to move up and down. He wasn't taking his car down in there. "If you need to break something you can break whatever boulders you want down there, blow off some freaking steam. Before you go busting another Amazon door down," Scott sighs, taking a glance at his phone and the multitude of messages and news alerts that came along with it. He just clears them all for now with a flick of his thumb. Deal with the fallout later.
Grail	It was only through some weird tolerance of this weird man that she allowed him to drive her here. Frankly, she had plenty to break right where she was and she was still annoyed with her conversation with Diana. This planet is starting to look like a bust. A bunch of weak people with a few 'heroes' with an unearned sense of self-worth and some aimless 'villains' who think that being selfish is the end all be all of society. She is beginning to think she has made a huge mistake coming here and now Scott is acting like a chuffed parent. "You do realize I can throw you and your car across this world, right? When you speak to me in such a manner it does not benefit your situation." Grail steps out of the vehicle in annoyance and shakes her head, "I only, out of some odd sense of an attempt at diplomacy tolerate you." She points at him and nods her head, "I came here to see Princess Diana and so I did it." She then looks at the quarry and shakes her head before simply leaping down into it and landing with a solid thud.
Scott Lang	"I know about a half dozen other people that can do the same thing! Including the Princess! What kind of diplomacy was...nevermind" Scott hollers at her back as she makes a far faster descent than he would. He eyes the edge of the pit, considering for a moment to stay up above but then with a sigh begins making his way downwards as well, keeping half an eye on her lest she decide to lob a boulder his direction. A half slide, half shuffle down one part, a walk to a less steep portion, another awkward shuffle down ten feet, walk to another. A slow but steady pace to be sure.      Cameras around the quarry were no doubt watching but he knew if she decided to get violent there was precious little anyone could do in time. Even still his tongue seems a fair bit looser as he gets close enough to be heard again. "If I'm a bother I have no problem finding someone else to be your chauffeur either. Plenty of other folks have a nicer car than mine to haul you around in," he notes as he moves to take a seat on a nearby rock. Let her get a workout he figured, break some rocks, work up a sweat. HE was always calmer and had less energy after a gym session, surely it'd work the same for a gray-skinned alien warlord. Or so he hoped.
Grail	With a blur of movement, she grabs a rock nearby and throws it right into the side of the quarry. The sound is similar to a gunshot going off and the quarry cracks before she looks around and eyes the various things in the quarry. She squints as she starts to notice cameras and then looks to him, "Are those devices watching us?" She asks of him and tilts her head before pointing at him. "Is this a thing you humans do a lot of? Film everything? I have already found out that I am apparently a known quantity due to cameras on this world. How common is this and what is the point of it? Do you all enjoy watching others going about their lives?" She then sucks in a breath and clenches her fist, "And your insistence upon moving around in that vehicle is hardly a benefit. I could have been here in a tenth of the time, likely faster."
Scott Lang	"Yea they're watching us. Well recording us, if nothing happens there's a good chance nobody will ever look at the footage," Scott confesses. Of course they had an unknown alien entity testing her strength out here so no doubt they WOULD be watching this footage trying to figure out more about her. But that he leaves off. As rock shrapnel patters down from her throw he puts his helmet up, his voice becoming a bit more tinny through its speaker system. "Reality TV has been around a while now so I guess you could say we do enjoy watching each other too. Anyways what's your hurry? You got plans? Things to do? Only thing I've heard you talk about is meeting the Amazons, you did that. So relax," he tells her.      He waits until she's turned around again and when she turns back again there's a full-sized boombox (and maybe even a bit larger than it should be) that hadn't been there before next to him, Scott fiddling with the controls a moment before the sounds of Metallica begin to play out across the quarry.
Grail	When she turns around, she looks at the cameras and there is a part of her that considers destroying them. She really isn't excited about all the times people have been spreading her image around. She doubts this backwater planet could transmit information that far out but anything that could potentially lead her father's forces here, is not a good thing. Still, she is caught off guard by his strange machine. "What is that?" She asks even as the music starts and she makes a face, tilting her head as she watched him. She then stares at the machine and walks up closer, "What is that, Scott?" She asks and points at it, seeming to expect, almost demand an answer. She then looks at the machine again before considering it, "It is not displeasing but what is it?"
Scott Lang	"I'm sure I've turned on the radio before in the car. This is like that, only, you know portable...OK actually I guess the car moves too doesn't it? But that's all this machine does, you can carry it and it plays music. I can usually get radio too but not much of that way out here so have to rely on the old CDs. It's called a Boombox," Scott happily declares as he turns it a bit to face her. Needless to say its resemblance to a Boomtube is, next to nil. And he certainly wasn't carrying it when he came down in the quarry. "You would be a metal fan wouldn't you? You practically look like an album cover for some of them," he admits with a look up and down her frame as the slow intro to Battery gives way to machine-gunning guitar https://youtu.be/md3B3I7Nmvw
Grail	Looking at him with some confusion, she blinks a few times, "And what is that supposed to mean?" She asks as she looks at the music and then back at him, "And yes, I have heard your strange car noise but I have not heard noise like this before." She points at it and then at him, "So, do not act as if you have shown me so much." She then shakes her head and moves over to grab up a larger rock, one easily the size of a small recliner. She grips it in one hand with her fingers sinking into the surface as she looks at it before she casually throws it at one of the cameras and smirks as it hits, sending rock and camera into the wall of the quarry.
Scott Lang	"No I haven't shown you much cause you haven't seem all that interested in much other than meeting the Amazons, you and Monet both seemed pretty unimpressed with golf. If you actually wanted a tour of anything you could ask but..." Scott pausing as he watches her fingers simply sink into the rock like it was made of styrofoam and then smash a camera several hundred feet away with pinpoint accuracy making him wince even as she smiles at the vandalism. "But I got the feeling you don't have have much interest in our planet. I mean is there anything you want to do? I figured at least we could find a big enough rock for you to lift and maybe tire you out for a few hours or something," he mumbles, his plan pretty much the same as it is with his kid letting them run around until they collapsed. But Grail seemed to have significantly more energy than the 9 year old alas.
Grail	"That was your plan?" Grail then smirks and then laughs. She shakes her head as she laughs and then puts a hand to her head. The laugh doesn't exactly have a melodic tone to it, it's not like she's practiced much more than a derisive or evil laugh in her time or ever really had much to laugh about. She then shakes her head, "I am Grail, I would tell you more of who and what I am but you are not ready. Suffice it to say, little man, that I could destroy this whole place and all nearby cities and not be tired." She laughs a little more and then looks forward. "I was trained since birth to bring about the destruction of worlds. To be a harbinger of death and destruction." She then looks to him, "And I am somewhat interested in this world." She nods her head, "It is where my mother is from." She then shrugs, "Supposedly."
Scott Lang	It was actually strange to hear her laugh, Scott until now hadn't even considered if the eternally grouchy Grail could do such a thing and he actually seems shocked a moment, his eyes wide behind the helmet's visor. Followed all too swiftly by a sting to his ego and a pang of pity. "Alright no need to go calling me little now and all this not ready stuff. I've fought monsters before too you know. Saved cities, the whole nine yards. A lot harder to save them than destroy them too. Probably even surprise you," he claims a bit grumpily himself as the next song on the album starts while rocks continue to trickle down the quarry walls from the impacts Grail has struck it with.      It wouldn't take a detective to figure out the rest though. "Your mother though, and the Amazons...alright I get that. Sorry you didn't get raised by them though, no child should be raised to kill and destroy. That really all you know? You never, I don't know, had parties? Games? What'd you do for fun, just fight other kids?"
Grail	As she calms, she looks at him and then at the music as it changes. She then looks again at Scott and shakes her head, "On my world, all serve. All prepare." She seems to be about to say something else when she grinds her teeth slightly before looking to Scott and staring at him, "WHere I come from, one does not show weakness. If someone could overcome me, perhaps even kill me? That would have been a boon to them. A feather in their cap." She shrugs, "Or possibly sealing their own death warrant." She then looks at him, "Sadly for them, I grew up quickly and it was not long till I was far too powerful to be stopped by their weakness, though they tried." She smirks and stands taller, "Any on my world would gladly stab you in the back if it meant a slightly higher office. Parties? I only recently began to understand the word."
Scott Lang	While she had shown him the rare sight of her laugh, Scott now showed Grail something equally rare. Him thinking, in true Thinker pose as he rests his arm on his leg and sets his chin in his hand. "Well, I'm not looking to stab you in the back, not that I think someone raised like that would ever believe me. I just want you to act a bit more civil and quit threatening to toss me and my car across the state. Maybe even listen once in a while about not attacking foreign embassies for a meet and greet...or government cameras." One can hear the deep breath he takes before he stands up, his helmet retracting as he flashes a crooked grin. "So how about a little match? Whoever knocks the other on their back 3 times wins? I win, you quit complaining about the car and giving me such a hard time, and if you win I'll put up with getting piggyback rides while you jump across New York while I'm still stuck as your chauffeur. Deal?" His hand was out looking for a shake. Had he seriously just challenged her? The man in the funny red suit?
Grail	Looking at Scott, she blinks at him before tilting her head, "Are you serious?" She looks down at his hand and then up at him, "You do realize that I can simply vaporize you where you stand, right?" She asks and tilts her head before considering, "oh, you might not realize that." She then shrugs and looks at him, "However, you did say knock down." She then shrugs and takes his hand lightly, "I am curious to see how you think you could even begin to knock me down." She simply shakes his hand lightly, careful not to rip his arm out of socket as she does before letting go, "Tell me when we begin."
Scott Lang	"Yeah well as the saying goes, 'No Disintegra...' oh you wouldn't know that reference. Dammit. And yea, I know you can kill me with one blow. I'm just, hoping I've learned something these last few years," Scott confesses, bouncing lightly on his feet and waggling his arms as he loosens up. His helmet goes back up and already he's putting out the silent call...calling every ant in ten miles towards the quarry. HOPING that might help. He only had a few shots at this, and even one direct blow from her would probably put him in the hospital. This was stupid macho posturing, he knew it. But he also suspected it might be his only shot at getting her to even slightly see him as an equal.      "Hold on, we at least need the title track for this," he says as he bends down and skips ahead on the CD to Master of Puppets and cranks up the volume so it echoes through the quarry. Stupid stupid stupid, don't do this don't do this kept repeating in his head as he backs away, remembering back to when he first saw her. She wasn't just strong, she was fast, he had to be quick. He stops maybe twenty feet back, then seems to pause and consider before taking three more big steps backwards from her. One more big breath though the sound of the music drowned it out, his chest rising and falling clearly giving it away, and then he nods his head. "Alright, on three. One, two, THREE!" he recites, and at the same time seems to utterly vanish.
Grail	A slow blink as he vanishes and then she stares at where he was. She looks around briefly and then looks up before considering something. She recalls that door trick he pulled and while she didn't see him fully do it, she wonders if this wasn't related. She still considers what he has done though and instead of rushing him, given he isn't there, she instead closes her eyes and listens. Her eyes opening slowly as she focuses on the area around. "Are you invisible? Is that your trick?"
Scott Lang	'Oh please don't have super senses,' Scott thought to himself as he ran towards her, daring to take a leap or two to help cover the ground more quickly, no more than a speck, smaller than some of the dust kicked up by her earlier rock tossing. This kind of thing would never work on a Kryptonian who could see down on the microscopic level but he hadn't seen evidence yet Grail could do such a thing. Which didn't make approaching the now Godzilla-sized woman any less scary as she looms over him, her voice booming out overhead. Respond? Even Scott isn't that dumb to give away his position. He touches the handful of Pym discs he has. Three shrink, three grow. Stun blasters, ant-controlling helmet, and his personal size change. Make her fall. He could do this. But not attacking head-on, not even as Giant-Man. Instead he zips between her boots and readies himself, then leaps at the back of her left knee while tossing his shrink disc at the ground under her right heel. He wasn't trying to hit her, he was trying to trip her as several rocks shrink leaving a gap under her foot, while all his weight compressed into that teeny body impacts her as hard as he's able at her joint. He didn't need it to hurt, he just needed it to move a bit, just throw her off-balance...maybe.
Grail	It's a clever move, it really is. It's not a move that would work under any normal circumstances but there's a few things that Scott has to his advantage. Grail has no clue whatsoever what his tech does, and she really wasn't expecting to not suddenly have ground beneath her foot. So, she falls backwards with a flail and one could make the argument that she at least partially falls on her back as she hits and rolls over her shoulder to simply flip back up to her feet and glare at the space that was behind her. The place where he should have been. "Ok..." She suddenly then pushes up to go to her full height, leap into the air just a few feet before whipping her fist downward and a moment later, she's slamming her fist into the ground beneath her. The sound is the equivalent to a bomb going off. The hit cracking the Earth in all directions and unleashing dust, dirt, rocks, and a shockwave outward after she hits. "I do not know where you are but I doubt you are no where..."
Scott Lang	Scott allows himself a half second of feeling rather proud of himself as the gray goliath falls with a resounding boom and obvious confusion. Which is probably a half second longer than he should have as she leaps to her feet, nearly crushing him under one boot...and then leaps far higher than that, leaving him in the middle of an ominous shadow. "SHIT!" he cries out as he tries to leap for safety, but while his jumping at this size might be impressive, it's nowhere near enough to get him out of the blast zone. The shockwave catches him in mid-air and sends him rocketing away from her like just another bit of debris, pinging off pebbles in mid-air. A good hundred feet away he smacks into a more solid rock and his momentum stops, instinctively jumping back to normal size as he lays there seated against the rock, his helmet dropping as he gasps in pain.      "OK, OK you're strong. I get it," he pants as he braces a hand against the boulder to steady himself as he stands back up. "But do you know, MAGIC!?" he exclaims with all the flair of a birthday magician. It's only a tiny scrap of white cloth he seems to toss in the air, like a tissue. Or as it's more commonly known, flash paper. Scott flicks the hidden lighter in one hand and the growth disc in his other, the ridiculous little scrap of paper becoming a colossal wall of flame that is there and gone in but a second or two, impressive looking but that's all it is.      What is perhaps even more surprising is the colossal version of Scott that comes bursting through the flames at least a 100 feet tall, his arms outstretched towards Grail. Only he isn't trying to catch her, or even hit her, instead attempting to dig his hands into the ground under her feet and simply toss her.
Grail	Looking as Scott reappears, Grail stares at him briefly and is about to do something more when he does his theatrics and suddenly a one hundred foot tall Scott is getting up and grabbing for her. She suddenly has a knowing look on her face and nods her head. "Size changing." She nods her head, "I see." She then watches the hand coming for the area around her and she doesn't even hesitate this time. She simply dodges to the side as he grabs and stares at his hand a brief moment before she considers him. She seems to size him up, a trained eye scanning over him quickly before she considers and races forward. "I'll do you a favor and I won't use my full speed." And she's still fast. Easily faster than a car on an interstate. She covers ground quickly and casually attempts to grab for his right foot and then push with force that would likely cause a Tank to go flipping away.
Scott Lang	"WAIT...WHAT...NOOOOOO" comes Scott's booming, almost slow motion seeming reply as the now seemingly tiny Grail flashes by from where she was to being at his foot. Before he can even think of shrinking there's the feeling of a massive force like a landmine exploded under his sole and he's sent careening across the quarry with far more booms and avalanches in his wake this time. Again he drops down to normal size this time halfway through the toss, at least slightly lessening the final impact when he stops. "Ow ow ow, alright, no giant, way too slow as giant," he concedes as he wobbily gets back on his feet and considers his options. Two grow discs, two shrink discs left. His stunners were bound to be useless. Why had he proposed this?      The ants though were beginning to funnel into the quarry now. If one was really paying attention to the uneven ground they might notice the trails of them snaking towards Grail, the first even now clambering up her boots. He needed more if they were going to be worth a distraction though, stall for time, keep her still. It was a dumb plan he came up with.      "Alright so you can toss me when I'm big! You still didn't feel that strong, I know at least a half dozen people off the top of my head that could toss me further than that. Hell the Hulks wouldn't even need to move, they'd just stand still and lift the whole ground up with me on it!" he taunts. Did Apokolips train not to fall for obvious vanity ploys? Scott prepared to shrink in a hurry if so.
Grail	Watching him shrink, Grail tilts her head as she listens to him prattle on about this and that before finally she simply yawns and then stretches her arms upward. She looks back at him and then crosses her arms over her chest and smirks. "I don't know who or what Hulks are nor do I care to show you my full strength but..." She gestures to him and seems to indicate for him to get on with it, "Come on, entertain me with your next trick." She grins and nods her head, "I doubt it'll do the job but I'm willing to give you a handicap." She smirks and seems to indicate she will wait on him.
Scott Lang	Well, he was being toyed with. That wasn't doing Scott's ego any favors as his shoulders slump and even from this distance she can probably hear his sigh through the helmet. "Fine then," he murmurs as he squares up again and grabs a rock off the ground, hefting it a couple times before he drops it and grabs another slightly rounder rock. He shrinks further again out of sight, was he really going to cross such a distance on foot at that size? But eventually Grail might notice the bugs buzzing about her, the flying ants, Scott no doubt riding one at her. More than likely the one from which a teeny tiny pebble comes flying, which transforms into a mammoth boulder.      Not that Scott thought throwing rocks was going to work on her, it was just one more distraction to go with the hundreds if not thousands of ants she might notice crawling up her legs by now to help hide wherever he lands as Scott dives out of the air for her. He was playing dirty now as he made a play not for her legs though, but her ear. She looked humanoid, he thought maybe her ear canals worked the same. If he's successful in getting in her ear he uses his last growth disc, holding it over the mouth of a water bottle he carries, trying to flood her ear canal and throw off her equilibrium, water gushing out of her ear if he gets that far.
Grail	Looking over at him as he seems to pull some kind of strange stunt, she looks mildly surprised as she looks over at the bugs gathering around. This has to be his doing, somehow. She really doesn't know exactly how he is doing it but then suddenly there's a boulder flying at her and she simply puts out a hand which it shatters against. It's not precisely Scott's fault that he picked a fight with the daughter of Space Satan but it is what happened. Though, then she blinks as she lets out a cry of surprise and annoyance as a deluge of water suddenly comes flowing out of her right ear. She stumbles back and reaches for her ear only to grind her teeth. "Clever little thing." She then sucks in a pained breath and clasps her hands before her chest. In a way, this is a real challenge for her. Though, he may not fully be aware as to why. What he will be aware of is she's beginning to spin. Spin very fast. Faster and faster as a matter of fact, and with no sign of stopping.
Scott Lang	Scott has dug his feet in and positioned himself to try and avoid being swept out with the deluge as he floods her skull, a BIT of a malicious grin on his face as he hears her words booming through her ear canal. Still she wasn't going down that easy it seemed. But if he had her off-kilter maybe he had a chance. And then, what was that movement? Scott looks to the opening of her ear to see the world outside starting to spin. The ants fly off her, their spindly spiky legs not enough to put up with these forces. Scott isn't so lucky as he struggles to move towards the exit before finding himself getting plastered to the wall of her ear as the G forces continue to build up. The suit does its best to compensate built for a wide array of forces but even with it he still couldn't budge, adhered to the side of her ear as firmly as any wax. His teeth grind and he looks over, deeper into her ear. With great effort he manages to slide one arm up to point that way while he uses his chin to nudge a control in his helmet. Helmet speaker volume, full. Wrist stunner, max power. Scott sucks in a breath as the edges of his vision start to go black and then shouts with megaphone intensity from directly in her flooded ear "AHHHHHHH!!!" while firing his blaster at her hopefully slightly more sensitive than the rest of her eardrum.
Grail	She's easily hitting multiple times the speed of sound. One could argue that getting flung out of her ear would be much desirable to getting stuck in there. Of course, before she can get any faster, she's suddenly dealing with a massive blast of sound and energy inside her ear. She comes spinning to a stop that is likely rather abrupt for poor Scott. Not exactly going to be a perfect outcome given how quickly she has to come to a stop to hold the side of her head and wince. She ends up falling on her ass and groaning as she holds her ear. She glares into the distance at the feeling, shaking her head as she tilts her head to the side to try to get what is in her ear out.
Scott Lang	Scott feels more liquid than solid when the ride stops and he's sent slapping into the other side of Grail's ear canal. Were she a normal person that force would probably about tear her head apart, but honestly his weight is probably nothing, the energy and acoustics were far more effective than his physicality would ever be. He drops out of her ear canal next to her butt on the shattered gravel amidst thousands of ants that are running around in a crazy panic themselves, helping if nothing else to hide his presence as she works on recovering above him. He felt like he could barely move but, she was down and stunned too, now was his chance. Going giant hadn't worked before cause he was just too slow and she'd seen him coming. Growing giant inches from her though...he doesn't even try to stand up, pressing the button as his body expands still flat on his back and tries the same thing he had before, digging his fingers into the rocks and dirt under her as he grows, the only thing moving his arm as he looks to try and fling her while she's still dealing with her ear, trying to even the score back up 2 to 2.
Grail	The woman is now sitting there, grumbling when suddenly she is pushed aside by a growing Scott and blinks as his hand scoops up under her. She is, indeed, caught off guard by the rapid change and can't do a whole lot about being suddenly a projectile in a catapult of his hand. She goes flying up into the air with her arms flailing as she does. Lucky for him, she's not able to fly. So, instead of simply floating there like others of her power level might, she instead comes flying back to the ground. When she lands, she lets out an annoyed oof and then her eyes begin to glow. Rage briefly builds up in her and she glares at him with glowing eyes before she simply slams both fists into the ground, sending her up to her feet with a brutal efficiency and force. "Enough!" She calls out and suddenly she's not playing. This may or may not have been such a good idea. Perhaps he'll shrink in time to avoid it, perhaps not but she's going for that huge foot of his with both hands, and then spinning like she were a shotput champion and trying to spin throw his foot across the quarry. For Scott's sake, hopefully he's still attached when she throws.
Scott Lang	"HAH! ALL TIED UP BOTTOM OF THE...HEY HEY WAIT!" Scott bellows in his enlarged state as the sky starts to spin and he gets a sense of what it's like when he's tiny and throwing people around with his full-sized strength. It was weird and unpleasant is what it was, his helmet glancing off boulders and the quarry wall with a clang and bang before she releases. He goes sailing of course and one might think it's done...but then he shrinks out of view again as the swarm of flying ants returns, Scott narrowly grabbing hold of one and getting back in the saddle so to speak.      "Alright she's mad, no holding back on her speed or strength now I guess," he says to himself as he circles out at a distance cautiously. His entire body was aching, his growth discs depleted and she'd seen most of his tricks. The two shrinks discs he has left he walks across the backs of his knuckles like a coin trick, trying to think of something. No sense shrinking her, she'd still be just as strong and probably have an easier time seeing him. Be unexpected, do something crazy and dumb he tells himself, closing his eyes and reaching out to the ants in the nearby woods, looking for anything that might help. And finding something dumb to try.      A couple minutes pass in silence giving Grail time to rage and glower when the swarm begins to buzz around her again, flicking into her face annoyingly. No giant boulders this time, Scott has to rely on the bugs being enough as he leaps directly at her face, his hands full of two shrunken clumps of foul-smelling Skunkweed which smelled about as bad as the real thing, and now condensed and mashed were leaking their nasty smelling ooze all over his hands, his helmet thankfully hiding the odor. His plan? Shove both handfuls directly up her nostrils and make her gag on the scent.
Grail	Well, under all normal circumstances that would probably be a terribly wonderful plan. However, the scent does only one thing. It tells her right where he likely is and she sucks a quick breath in through her mouth before releasing it in a powerful outward breath right through both nostrils. Now, one might wonder why that didn't make her gag. Then, that person questioning it has likely never lived on a planet defined by sulfurous pits of deadly fire and constantly unwashed masses of saddened aliens that have lost virtually all hope. Honestly, this planet of Earth smells like fresh toast and bacon by comparison. She then looks around beneath her for him, assuming that scent was either him or perhaps one of his many strange bugs.
Scott Lang	Scott never stood a chance against the super-powered sniffer of Grail. Clinging to her upper lip like some sort of strange wiggly freckle he feels her breath in below him and looks up in alarm. "Oh no," he whispers before her nose exhales, each train tunnel of a nostril striking him with hurricane force winds. He's senting careening towards the ground and again hits hard at her feet, expanding back to normal size again, his suit covered in gray gravel dust. "Owwwwwww," he whines in a manner some might register as pitiful as he drops his helmet again, his eyes clenched shut in pain as he lays there before finally uttering what she wants to hear. "You win," he concedes.