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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: it's the eye of the tiger.
When: after this network post!
Where: the dojo
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed.

accompanying log for sparring training.

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[beknight]

[ His mouth curves at the side. This is easy mode, no rooftops, no death traps, no monstrosities waiting at the end of the tunnel. ]

Gladly. [ though, ] I'm human.

[ He offers it as a measure of his own strength, not an innate confirmation of his humanity. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Easy mode, indeed. Not a single giant robot in sight. ]

So am I. [ A pause. ] With this, at least.

[ Because her mutation won't do a thing for her in a fight like this. Before, she would have needed to warn him about her skin, but their rescuers had granted her control and now she can enjoy herself like any other normal girl who enjoys a good brawl. And it's been far too long since she's had one -- the part of her that's been forever influenced by Logan is beyond excited at the prospect of what's to come. ]

[beknight]

[ At least. Something he has to ask about, or observe, over that metaphorical lunch. ]

Let's not waste time, then.

[ He lunges, aiming his first few blows to test her speed. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ It doesn't have to be a metaphorical lunch. She almost hopes it isn't. Especially with the way he just jumps right into things.

She does just fine in the beginning, when he takes things a little slower. Her speed isn't what it used to be, neither is her strength, but she takes the defensive position in the testing phase. Once she's been 'tested' enough, though, she throws what she has into the offensive, her fighting style a mis of a few types of martial arts. ]

[beknight]

[ She's been taught by a brawler. That's in the weight distribution, and Bruce isn't looking to use it as a weakness (yet). He simply matches her blow for blow, getting a sense of movement, using the same styles she's exhibiting. No sense going all out with the surprises when he doesn't know what her power is. ]

[ At its natural end, he nods. ]

Not bad.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ A brawler, that certainly describes Logan well. Others had had a hand in her training over the years, but his lessons had been her foundation and he will forever be a formative part of who she is, both as a fighter and a person.

It feels good to let off some steam with an opponent who isn't actively trying to kill her; it's been a good long while since she had that. When they come to a stop, she smirks at his words and shakes her head. ]

Well, you held back. [ Obviously. ] But thanks, sugar.

[beknight]

[ He cants his head in acknowledgement — otherwise there'd be broken bones or worse. She's not bad, she's got potential. He's relieved most people here aren't complete beginners. ]

Now, something about lunch.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Broken bones is something she'll have to worry about now, where she didn't really before. It's something she'll need to remember going forward, unless she finds someone who-- But no. That's not her life anymore. ]

Yes, lunch. We should get some. Together. What do you say?

[beknight]

I'd say that sounds like a good idea.

[ He stretches, and flashes a quick smile at her. ]

Are we going dutch, or should I be a gentleman?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ And what a nice smile it is. She returns it with a shake of her head. ]

I asked you, sugar, so it's my treat. I'll let you pick the place, though.