[open log] Training! Hand-To-Hand! Drills!

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

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.

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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?”

Comments

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

What powers?

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Logan delivers a kidney hit, then kicks out the backs of her knees, dropping her to the ground.]

You got 'em back, kid. Use 'em or lose 'em...maybe even for good.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Logan frowns. He won't be ignored, and he's not above the extremes to get Rogue back in the saddle. She's been pulling her punches ever since her powers returned after the cure. One strong swing of his arm and she's sporting three deep slashes across her abdomen. Not killing blows, but deep enough to be a problem...]

Come on, darlin'. You know I can handle it.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

What the hell happened to just physical training for today?

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs. That sensible part of almost everyone's brain on campus has been beaten to a pulp care of his adamantium fists. He fakes left, goes right. Her shoulder spilling blood now.]

Keepin' you on your toes, darlin'. Ain't we supposed to be getting you off the bench and back on the team?

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Point taken.

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Logan shakes off the drain, a little stagger in his swagger as he drop into defensive posture and circles with a low growl.]

You bein' selective now, Rogue? I got more'n a mutant ace bandage in me to steal.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Cuz a craving for a beer was just what I needed right now.

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Beer, darlin'? I've had a hankering for cigars since Blaire stole my last one.

[If ever there was a moment of fatherly pride, not would be one. Not many of the staff grin during training, but for Logan, it's all part of the gig. They circle each other for a moment before lunging at each other simultaneously.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Adamantium or no, six claws in the gut smarts like a bitch. Logan lets out a seething hiss as he plants his boot square in the middle of Rogue's chest and kicks her back, flipping himself to put some distance between them.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[Bad plan might be an understatement. Logan's claws sink deep into her, just below her ribs as her bone claws drive hard into his right shoulder. They stand there, locked together, eyes hard and fast and unwavering from each other's.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[He lets her take enough juice, waiting a little longer than he really needs to just in case before he rips backward, panting hard and bleeding, the wounds she dealt him taking their sweet time to close over because of the drain. He watches her closely, he knows how reluctant she's been to use her powers, wants to make sure he's not pushing her beyond her capabilities...]</small

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[The additional power's starting to get to her a little bit. She doesn't use her powers enough- they both know it- but that doesn't mean she's not going to try and act like everything's fine. Apparently that's going to include acting like a bit of a smartass.]

So. This better then?

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[He's breathing ragged, hand pressing to his wound to staunch the blood flow. It only slows him down a little. If she's still alright enough to run a smart mouth, he won't hold back until she does. Playing it up a little, he exaggerates a stagger, lurching forward at her before snap into fierce action, claws clashing against each other, her bone ones giving way to his adamantium.]

It's a start.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

[The sensation of bone snapping and then regrowing is not one she's ever eager to repeat again. They're both breathing heavy now as she switches so she's fighting primarily with her left side, her weaker side, now to give the other arm time to heal. The stronger psyches in the back of her mind are starting to get louder though and it's loud enough to start to distract her.]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

[She lets in an easy hit, thrown aside when she can usually hold her ground. Logan's eyes narrow and he's particularly attentive to her as he attacks again--her reaction time is slower, her attention is all over the map, he can see her wavering. He eases his intensity, but does not stop. Not yet.]

Over here, darlin'. Eye on the prize.

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

I'm fine.

[Rogue snaps out an answer to the question he didn't exactly ask. She shakes her head a bit, trying to bring her focus back. She's healed enough to start attack with her right again and so she goes for a punch-kick combination that's solid enough but still a bit off the mark.

Magneto is a very noisy person to have in your brain.]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Didn't ask.

[He catches her ankle as she executes her kick, spinning her in the air and dropping her, face first on the floor. He grabs her arm and twists it hard behind her back just shy of dislocation.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

shutupshutupshutup

[She mutters the words into the cold metal floor, eyes closed and vehemently trying to make the psyches retreat again before this gets worse while trying to get out of his grip and off the damn floor. Hint? It's not working.]

[canadamantium.livejournal.com]

Rogue? Darlin'?

[He can smell the panic coming off her now in waves, but doesn't release her just yet. He twists a little harder. Pain always snaps him out of it when he loses it. Beer does too, but there's not immediately on hand. He waits to see what she does.]

[canstillkickass.livejournal.com]

Logan I can't--

[That's all she manages to get out, the words half lost into the floor, before any semblance she had of control blows to pieces. The Magneto psyche moves front and centre and she raises her free hand, sending him flying backwards to crash into a wall. She quickly pushes herself to a sitting position, eyes glowing and hand still raised keeping him pinned to the wall. She's definitely not in control anymore.]