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[open log] Training! Hand-To-Hand! Drills!
I was talking to a couple of people about having some training threads to practice action tags and/or get some CR development with Logan. I figured having one big thread for anyone who wanted to play with more training scenarios. I think for this particular thread, I want to keep it just one-on-one combat, not team training. If this works well, maybe it can be a semi-regular thing.
Obviously, with the Kimura scene still ongoing, this doesn't fit with the current timeline, but it could be backdated, I suppose, to before the mansion was blown up.
This thread is open to anyone who feels like jumping in for some one-on-one playtime with Logan, other faculty members included if they need to blow off some steam or get a couple rounds in.
He is standing in the Danger Room, inspecting his unsheathed claws casually, impatient. He turns to you as you walk in with a feral grin.
“Been waiting, Bub. Don’t have all day.”
The Wolverine.
The Old Man.
The Man They Call Logan.
Teacher.
Trainer.
Killer.
Mutant.
Today, he is your opponent and he is waiting, goading you on. He expects you to fail. This is his lesson on melee combat. He dives at you full force, claws unsheathed. He is casual as he instructs you, as if it took no effort at all to attack. For him, it doesn’t.
“Fight back, but fight smart. Remember your strengths, not just your powers and your physical abilities. Think about your terrain, your surroundings. How can you use them to target your enemy’s weaknesses?”
Obviously, with the Kimura scene still ongoing, this doesn't fit with the current timeline, but it could be backdated, I suppose, to before the mansion was blown up.
This thread is open to anyone who feels like jumping in for some one-on-one playtime with Logan, other faculty members included if they need to blow off some steam or get a couple rounds in.
He is standing in the Danger Room, inspecting his unsheathed claws casually, impatient. He turns to you as you walk in with a feral grin.
“Been waiting, Bub. Don’t have all day.”
The Wolverine.
The Old Man.
The Man They Call Logan.
Teacher.
Trainer.
Killer.
Mutant.
Today, he is your opponent and he is waiting, goading you on. He expects you to fail. This is his lesson on melee combat. He dives at you full force, claws unsheathed. He is casual as he instructs you, as if it took no effort at all to attack. For him, it doesn’t.
“Fight back, but fight smart. Remember your strengths, not just your powers and your physical abilities. Think about your terrain, your surroundings. How can you use them to target your enemy’s weaknesses?”
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He ducks, rolling to the side and on his feet to avoid Logan's claws. His first instinct is to use his powers, but Logan has taught him a thing or two about relying on them too much. So he mixes it up at first, only using them defensively, to block Logan's hits as he talks. Naturally, one or two gets in, and Julian has a bloody nose and a bruise on his side when he finally lifts his hand, throwing Logan off his feet and suspending him in the middle of the Danger Room.]
Like this?
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Keep trying, Bub.
[He's got Julian by the shoulders and grins a little too broadly as he headbutts Julian, who's skull is much softer for the lack of adamantium. The 'CRAK of their heads meeting is nothing short of satisfying.]
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Gritting his teeth, he gives his head a shake and spits out the blood from his nose, raising his fists and ready for more. Because let's face it... Julian never stops trying.]
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He is hard and fast, his claws assaulting in an unrelenting frenzy.]
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[The wind is knocked out of him for a split second, but the Wolverine keeps coming. Julian may have the advantage of ranged attacks, but Logan will never tire of beating on his ass. Literally. He kicks up a crate, hurling it at Julian, leaping right behind it so the boy is faced with two incoming targets.]
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Oh Logan, so jealous of the pretty~ lmao
PFFT. Logan is so terribly pretty!
Finally gettin' a clue, eh?
TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE :D
[Yeah, Julian still saves face in the middle of the battle. Here's a blow to the sotomach that sends Logan flying into the nearest solid object.]
Re: TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE :D
Slow learner.