8/? - Logan
Backdated to sometime around 8/6.
8/25/2008
Logfile from Jubilee.
It is hard to hit a moving target. Jubilee subscribes whole-heartedly to that theory, since it's about the only advantage she has in any kind of close quarters fight. You know, aside from being agile like a monkey. It's been easy to let the training slide, just a little, what with classes and real life and /not/ being expected to don the leather on a moment's notice. So she is breathing heavier than usual as she bounces and weaves and looks for an opening to throw a kick at the head of the other person in the sparring ring.
The breathing is noticed and accounted for. Logan isn't really giving it his all for this session, and its obvious as he passes on every other opening that presents itself as well as telegraphing a few of his own perhaps a little more than he should. The grin on his face is wide as his feet step slow to match her bounce as best they can, and his guard is technically perfect if not... honest. "C'mon Bright Eyes, I need someone up there I can count on to let Bucket Head have what for when he steps out'ta line."
Jubilee inhales loudly through her nose and glares a little. "I can handle /him/," she boasts, ducking and turning in close to pop up under his reach and throw a few solid punches. She's too close to back away easily, however.
Chest bracing for impact, several of the punches land home, winding him as his metallic rib cage compresses with each blow. Red rushing to his face from the lack of oxygen, his arm swings around heavy and under in an effort to break her away before they continue, and he spins around for a slow sweeping kick aiming to push the firecracker off balance. "Well, much as I wish ya could, I kinda think they want Slim back in one piece. So try not to rough him up too bad." he jokes back, though the lack of breath takes much of the mirth out of it.
The kick connects, and Jubilee stumbles back and away, hopping on one foot until she can regain the precarious balance."Pffft," she replies once she has breath again. "God. I'm almost more scared of spendin' all that time cooped up with /Scooter/ than I am Magneto. Only thing that tips /that/ one is /Ro/. Oi. Why am I doin' this again?"
"Can't answer that one for ya, darlin'. If I could I'd have you and Ro both down here with me and the runts on this one." Logan half kids as he steps back himself to let Jubes catch her balance and her breath. While he also catches his breath during the steps, healing factor while sparring is like cheating at checkers, and his bounce and energy return full fledged. "Though I don't really think that would go much for your sanity, either."
Jubilee tucks an escaping lock behind an ear and settles back into a defensive stance with a snort. "If you had your way, you'da had me an' Ro put inta some kinda cryo and never thawed out again." She sticks her tongue out at him. "I'd rather deal with the rocks than the runts, thanks."
"We'd thaw you out for Christmas and Birthdays." Logan counters before me makes an advance with a pair of well telegraphed high kicks. Their delivery is text-book, but slow, and his right hand shifts rather suspiciously at an odd sort of angle to his side as he advance.
"Well, that's nice ta know!" she retorts in good humor, responding to the telegraphed movements with a predictable duck and spin.
Predictable indeed. As soon as the duck shifts to a spin, Logan's grin turns a little bit wicked, and the prepped hand springs out wide with a sweep, aiming for Jube's collar bone as when she rises. "Eyes sharp, Firecracker, if something looks too easy, it is." This lecture coming out in the 'Mr. Logan' voice that becomes rarer and rarer anymore.
The blow is unavoidable. She sucks in her breath as she catches it from the corner of her eye, and it hurts like hell when it connects. Instead of collapsing under it though, training and ability finally kick in and she uses the momentum it supplies to knock her in the opposite direction. Her right hand plants on the mat and she tumbles into a handstand that lifts her feet high enough to connect with the side of his head. If this were the Matrix, she would then have completed the move and landed on her feet and ready for more. Since this is Real Life, however, her elbow bends and she shoulder rolls away, coming up with a shocked look and a cry. "Oh my God, Wolvie! I'm so sorry!"
Logan fully expected to be picking one Jubilation Lee off the mat right now. What Logan wasn't expecting was almost finding himself there. When the kick connects, boy does it connect. his face is scrapped, his lip is busted, and said foot his soon home to a very small amount of the Wolverine. Don't worry, he isn't like a starfish. But, as his steps stumble, and he struggles to make eyes focus despite pulsing blood and dilation, that busted face of his isn't angry. It beams out one of the brightest grins its ever had. "Don't be darlin." he grunts out as skin already begins to heal over and adds. "That was 'bout as good a present you could'a got me as anything goin'."
Jubilee blinks and grins sheepishly in return from her position sprawled across the mat. "I kinda forget I don't hafta pull my punches here." She shifts to pull a knee under her and gasps a little "ow" when she puts weight on her left arm. She sits back down again and claps her right hand to the spot there Logan's blow fell. "I think I'm tapped out though."
Its a slow pace that marches Logan over to Jubes as his body does its best to repair the damage, and his guard completely drops as a gloved hand reaches down to help her up. "Half the time I think thats the only reason Chuck keeps me around. Punchin' bags and clay pigeons cost too much." With a look towards the cooler by the door, he adds a little bit more seriously: "We'll grab an ice-pack on the way out. Nothin' broke, I hope?"
"Nah. Just bruised the hell outta it." She reaches up to take his hand with her good one, and a twinkle in her eye gives split second warning of her intentions. She drops back and kicks up in an /attempt/ to toss him. Given the disparities in their weight and size /and/ the very real pain in her shoulder, she doesn't have a very good chance of doing more than making him stumble. But she tries anyway.
Jubilee's Twinkle is met with a curious quirk in Logan's at notice. When his eyebrows raise, his stance shifts quickly and he pushes his weight in full defiance of being caught off guard twice by the little Sparkler. "Alright, Bright Eyes, enoughs enough." he grunts out as his grip on her hand tightens and he begins to try and lift her to her feet whether she likes it this time or not!
Jubilee squirms as her attempt is thwarted, and she lifts up with a bit of a laugh to land on her feet. "Okay. I guess I'll let you off easy /this/ time."
Sparring and cryogenics.
8/25/2008
Logfile from Jubilee.
It is hard to hit a moving target. Jubilee subscribes whole-heartedly to that theory, since it's about the only advantage she has in any kind of close quarters fight. You know, aside from being agile like a monkey. It's been easy to let the training slide, just a little, what with classes and real life and /not/ being expected to don the leather on a moment's notice. So she is breathing heavier than usual as she bounces and weaves and looks for an opening to throw a kick at the head of the other person in the sparring ring.
The breathing is noticed and accounted for. Logan isn't really giving it his all for this session, and its obvious as he passes on every other opening that presents itself as well as telegraphing a few of his own perhaps a little more than he should. The grin on his face is wide as his feet step slow to match her bounce as best they can, and his guard is technically perfect if not... honest. "C'mon Bright Eyes, I need someone up there I can count on to let Bucket Head have what for when he steps out'ta line."
Jubilee inhales loudly through her nose and glares a little. "I can handle /him/," she boasts, ducking and turning in close to pop up under his reach and throw a few solid punches. She's too close to back away easily, however.
Chest bracing for impact, several of the punches land home, winding him as his metallic rib cage compresses with each blow. Red rushing to his face from the lack of oxygen, his arm swings around heavy and under in an effort to break her away before they continue, and he spins around for a slow sweeping kick aiming to push the firecracker off balance. "Well, much as I wish ya could, I kinda think they want Slim back in one piece. So try not to rough him up too bad." he jokes back, though the lack of breath takes much of the mirth out of it.
The kick connects, and Jubilee stumbles back and away, hopping on one foot until she can regain the precarious balance."Pffft," she replies once she has breath again. "God. I'm almost more scared of spendin' all that time cooped up with /Scooter/ than I am Magneto. Only thing that tips /that/ one is /Ro/. Oi. Why am I doin' this again?"
"Can't answer that one for ya, darlin'. If I could I'd have you and Ro both down here with me and the runts on this one." Logan half kids as he steps back himself to let Jubes catch her balance and her breath. While he also catches his breath during the steps, healing factor while sparring is like cheating at checkers, and his bounce and energy return full fledged. "Though I don't really think that would go much for your sanity, either."
Jubilee tucks an escaping lock behind an ear and settles back into a defensive stance with a snort. "If you had your way, you'da had me an' Ro put inta some kinda cryo and never thawed out again." She sticks her tongue out at him. "I'd rather deal with the rocks than the runts, thanks."
"We'd thaw you out for Christmas and Birthdays." Logan counters before me makes an advance with a pair of well telegraphed high kicks. Their delivery is text-book, but slow, and his right hand shifts rather suspiciously at an odd sort of angle to his side as he advance.
"Well, that's nice ta know!" she retorts in good humor, responding to the telegraphed movements with a predictable duck and spin.
Predictable indeed. As soon as the duck shifts to a spin, Logan's grin turns a little bit wicked, and the prepped hand springs out wide with a sweep, aiming for Jube's collar bone as when she rises. "Eyes sharp, Firecracker, if something looks too easy, it is." This lecture coming out in the 'Mr. Logan' voice that becomes rarer and rarer anymore.
The blow is unavoidable. She sucks in her breath as she catches it from the corner of her eye, and it hurts like hell when it connects. Instead of collapsing under it though, training and ability finally kick in and she uses the momentum it supplies to knock her in the opposite direction. Her right hand plants on the mat and she tumbles into a handstand that lifts her feet high enough to connect with the side of his head. If this were the Matrix, she would then have completed the move and landed on her feet and ready for more. Since this is Real Life, however, her elbow bends and she shoulder rolls away, coming up with a shocked look and a cry. "Oh my God, Wolvie! I'm so sorry!"
Logan fully expected to be picking one Jubilation Lee off the mat right now. What Logan wasn't expecting was almost finding himself there. When the kick connects, boy does it connect. his face is scrapped, his lip is busted, and said foot his soon home to a very small amount of the Wolverine. Don't worry, he isn't like a starfish. But, as his steps stumble, and he struggles to make eyes focus despite pulsing blood and dilation, that busted face of his isn't angry. It beams out one of the brightest grins its ever had. "Don't be darlin." he grunts out as skin already begins to heal over and adds. "That was 'bout as good a present you could'a got me as anything goin'."
Jubilee blinks and grins sheepishly in return from her position sprawled across the mat. "I kinda forget I don't hafta pull my punches here." She shifts to pull a knee under her and gasps a little "ow" when she puts weight on her left arm. She sits back down again and claps her right hand to the spot there Logan's blow fell. "I think I'm tapped out though."
Its a slow pace that marches Logan over to Jubes as his body does its best to repair the damage, and his guard completely drops as a gloved hand reaches down to help her up. "Half the time I think thats the only reason Chuck keeps me around. Punchin' bags and clay pigeons cost too much." With a look towards the cooler by the door, he adds a little bit more seriously: "We'll grab an ice-pack on the way out. Nothin' broke, I hope?"
"Nah. Just bruised the hell outta it." She reaches up to take his hand with her good one, and a twinkle in her eye gives split second warning of her intentions. She drops back and kicks up in an /attempt/ to toss him. Given the disparities in their weight and size /and/ the very real pain in her shoulder, she doesn't have a very good chance of doing more than making him stumble. But she tries anyway.
Jubilee's Twinkle is met with a curious quirk in Logan's at notice. When his eyebrows raise, his stance shifts quickly and he pushes his weight in full defiance of being caught off guard twice by the little Sparkler. "Alright, Bright Eyes, enoughs enough." he grunts out as his grip on her hand tightens and he begins to try and lift her to her feet whether she likes it this time or not!
Jubilee squirms as her attempt is thwarted, and she lifts up with a bit of a laugh to land on her feet. "Okay. I guess I'll let you off easy /this/ time."
Sparring and cryogenics.