The cyborg had barely escaped with the Realian the U-TIC had been holding captive. Since the pursuit unit had already gone after them, Margulis could only wait and see what news they would report back. The white-haired U.R.T.V. had showed up just a little too late to be of any use, either. It didn't matter; Margulis was already thinking what strategies to use next. Losing the 100-Series Realian for a moment was but a minor setback; there were several ways to get her back.

He made it to his room and proceeded to take off his uniform, carefully studying every garment as he did. He frowned a little as he did so then smirked. He had to give some credit to the cyborg - the man had managed to actually get a couple of hits in. It made no difference of course; his clothes were easy to fix, and all in all, it hadn't been much of a battle.

As the matter for fact, it had been rather unsatisfying, Margulis thought. Especially considering how it had ended. That battle had had the potential to be some good practice, but it had ended abruptly when the cyborg had set off some charges he had apparently placed in the area earlier. The cyborg and the Realian had then escaped in the chaos that ensued, and the fight was ended before it properly began.

Margulis stepped into the shower and leaned his back against the wall, letting the warm water fall over his body as he closed his eyes and went over the battle again. The cyborg would have been in for a good beating had the fight actually continued, even with the Realian acting as support. It wasn't like one cyborg and an Observation Realian would have stood a chance against him on the long run. Or perhaps, Margulis corrected himself. Considering the cyborg's body, it could have been a possibility that a drawn-out battle would worked on the cyborg's advantage, but then again, Margulis had several ideas how he could have ended the battle before that happened. It all came down to the cyborg's escape plan, which had worked fine enough for them to get away.

The outcome of the events or what plans it would take to recover the 100-Series Realian didn't matter right now. Margulis frowned as he opened his eyes and stared at the opposite wall. It was such an unsatisfying end for the battle, and it left him frustrated. The outcome of a battle was to be decided with swords, not with whatever backup plans the opponent had it store, like this one here. As close as this had been to some good exercise, a real battle... Margulis couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd last had a proper one. One where his opponent gave it his all... He raised his right hand to his face and traced over the scar he had.

Without thinking much, he let his hand fall down then idly tapped his thigh for a second before slipping it onto his crotch, then wrapped his fingers around his erection. What made him aroused like this, he didn't feel like figuring out. The frustration from the unfinished battle, perhaps, but it was irrelevant. The warm water falling over his body was what mattered, and the lingering feeling of a fight. It excited him and frustrated him, and it made him long for a real battle, like the one that had given him the scar. He raised his left hand to his face while he continued to stroke himself, admitting the attempt to not think of anything was lost.

A battle. The feeling of swords striking against another, the excitement of it, a matter or life or death. Margulis closed his eyes and leaned heavily against the wall, all sounds around him drowning under the sound of the water flowing, and the sound of his heart beating fast. His breathing turned ragged and he let his mind slip into that battle, the one battle from so many years ago that had given him such satisfaction. Perhaps it had been his opponent that made the difference. The cyborg had clearly had trouble, and while his opponent back then had not been much better, it was just... different.

The feeling of his heart beating overrode any other sound, and he gasped for breath as the climax overtook his senses, making him feel dizzy for a moment. He opened his mouth to breathe, muttering one word under his breath.

"Uzuki...!"

He caught himself at that point but it was too late; the word, a name, had already left his lips. He leaned against the wall and just let the water fall on himself, frowning as he mentally cursed himself even if he couldn't help it. It was the name of the man he had been thinking of while remembering a true battle; the name of the man he could not forget, no matter how hard he tried.

The beating of his heart calmed after a moment, but the longing for that true battle lingered.