Cammie & Logan

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Cammie's sparring lesson gets nasty with a one hit knock out from Logan, among other things.

Cammie went to the gym. She was looking forward to this. This was one of the few things she was really happy about. Free fighting lessons here. She cracked her knuckles as she walked into the gym. That Garrison guy had promised her sparing partners she couldn't take down one hit.

Normally, she wouldn't have believed that. But then, she hadn't been able to take him down one hit either, so it was something to be hopeful about. You learned more when the person you were fighting stayed standing. Walking into the gym though she didn't see what she expected. She expected Lil. She knew Lil.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Logan just grinned as he enjoyed his cigar before this little training bout. "I'm Logan." he said before cracking his neck with a horrendous set of popping metallic noises. "You must be Cammie. Gar told me about you." he said with a good solid look-over. All attitude and flash, this one. Piece of cake. "He says you're toxic, you like eatin' garbage and runnin' your mouth off." he grinned ferally.

"Oh, he did now?" Cammie said, lookign the guy over. He was muscled, but in the grand scheme of things for her that didn't mean a damn thing. He could've been built like Hercules or something and it wouldn't have made a difference, "Well he's right. I'm poison. It's what I'm best at. You got a problem with it? I'm thinking he pulled one over on me, aren't I supposed to be punching Giganta today?" she said, walking forward. She wondered how much she'd have to pull her punches with this one.

Big guys could generally take more, so she'd have to adjust accordingly. "'Course, that's the problem. I one hit just 'bout everyone. Everyone before I got here I one hit."

"One hit, huh?" he said with amusement. He could handle that. "And believe me, kid. Lil's bush-league." he said with a grin. "She learns from me." he added. "Anything you got I can take." he said confidently. "Don't hold back on me, kid." he said with amusement.

"Yeah. Okay," Cammie said. If he wanted her too, fine. But she hoped they had a body bag around here somewhere, he seemed serious. Shaking her head she took unwrapped the bandages on her left arm. It was dark green, "It's your funeral," she said. He wasn't stupidly tall like Lil was, but he had quite a bit on her. So her left handed show went right at his midsection. She couldn't make herself pump it up to instantly lethal even with the direction to 'not hold back' at the last minute, she just couldn't do it.

But it was stronger than a normal punch and if it hit, would floor a normal guy instantly.

Luckily Logan was pretty far off fron normal. Her punch hit him in his rock-hard abs and he sat there and took it. Felt like crap, though, and he broke out into a heavy sweat as his healing factor worked to neutralize the poison. "Fuck, kid." he said harshly as his body neutralized her toxins. "Nice hit." he said with a grin, having never removed the stogie from his mouth. "Ready for mine?" he asked.

Cammie looked at him confused, "Why aren't you on the ground?" she asked, maybe he was like Lil. That'd make sense. "Sure, hit me," she said, still looking at him like he had grown a second head or something. Even just a medium hit had hurt Garrison more than this, and this was charged to floor him, not just hurt.

"I heal, kid." he offered by way of an explanation. "It's called a healing factor." he elaborated before he exploded into action. To a bystander, one minute he was standing there next to her, and the next he was grinning and Cammie was on the ground, knocked unconscious. "Oops." he said, looking at the sprawled girl. He grabbed a waterbottle from his kitbag, unscrewed the lid, and dumped it on her face. "Wakey-wakey, kid." he said.

She sat up, dizzy after the water hit. And confused. She hadn't even seen the guy move, "What the fuck," she managed, "You get the number of that truck that you just hit me with?" she managed, putting her hand to her head. Her now hurting head. Ow. That didn't happen. That never happened. So this was what she got by signing up for this. Beaten up. Well, maybe she wasn't allowed to give out the ass kickings all the time.

"You blocked with your face. That's gotta hurt." he said with a smile, revising the levels he was going to bring to this party. "How about this. You try to put me down, I'll try to stop you. Won't even attack, just block." he said. "Probably still hurt, just less than me hitting you directly."

"Sure, okay," Cammie said, standing up shakily. She finally got her feet after a moment and wiped the water off her face. "Yeah, no more blocking with the head," she said. Wondering how she could put down a guy that had just done to her what she was used to doing to everyone else outside this place. She had never been on this end of a one-hit-wonder before.

She took one more second to get her balance back before lunging in, her fist pumped up a lot more than before. She wasn't worried about running out of poison. She had enough to put down and entire bar and still be able to defend herself. She doubted she'd have to use it all on one guy.

Logan's forearm snaked out to collide with hers violently, knocking her strike wide. His forearm felt like a steel bar lightly wrapped in foam being swung by a professional baseball player. He just waited, stogie still in his mouth, for her next move. The way he looked you'd almost think he didn't care.

"Ow!" she said, "What the hell are your bones made out of?" she asked. New tactic grab-and-inject. And avoid getting hit. She moved in from the side, but instead of punching, she tried to grab him.

"Adamantium." he said. "Hardest stuff on the planet. Unbreakable." As she moved in for the grab he ghosted out of the way, always just a touch out of range of her fingertips, just outside of her reach. "We playing tag now, kid?" he asked with a small smile. "Figured you're a little old for that. Mebbe get Ray out here. She'll play tag with you."

She didn't have to know every name and face in this damn place to know that he was mocking her, "Sure. We're playing tag. Gets deadly when I play it," she said through clenched teeth. All she needed was a touch. Even a slight one, the briefest touch could be fatal. She lunged for him again, green hand out. She called it her 'stinger', and with good reason.

He knew full-well that if he wasn't who and what he is she could probably quite easily kill him dead. Didn't mean he was going to give her the easy victory. He'd make her work for it every step of the way. "Need to work on your speed, kid." he said, somehow managing to stay just outside her reach still. "Gotta move quicker than that." he said, back to being all business. She was leaving gaping holes in her defenses, but for right now he was playing on defense and letting the girl try to make the touch.

"I'm fast enough, thanks," fast enough for bar fights. Fast enough to dodge when she had to outside this place. As far as she was concerned the deal with the knife and her side had been a cheap shot. But she still tried to push her speed to move faster and to lunge farther. She wasn't watching her defense at all right now except for obvious blows just aiming to touch him once. "You just hafta hold still," she grumbled.

"Right." he said with amusement, taking the opportunity she was handing him to execute a near-perfect throw to send Cammie crashing to the mats. "Think I'm getting a feel for where you are and what you can do." he mused.

Cammie let out an 'oof' when she hit the mats. No matter how you landed, it was never comfortable. But she didn't have any intention of staying there. "Yeah, I suppose you know that from bein' the type of guy who goes 'round beating up girls half his size," she returned, rolling and then starting to stand up. This was humiliating. And she hated that. Her fighting was something she prided herself on, but she needed to be able to touch someone to do her full damage. Cammie had to take a second to center herself hitting the mat and the blow to the head earlier weren't doing her any favors and she had to shake off dizziness before she could think about lunging at him again.

Logan just smiled serenely at the girl and enjoyed his smoke. "Hey, kid. Take a breather, get your head together." he said. "You're aggressive. That's good. I like aggressive. We can work on your technique, make you more focused, quicker. Deadlier." he said. "But you gotta want to work at it." he added a moment later. "I'm the best you'll ever see, kid. Work hard, do what I tell you how I tell you to do it, and I'll give you the tools to be able to deal with damned near anything out there." he said.

"Yeah sure I like getting better," she managed, not quite beating the dizziness. She ended up back down on the mats but at least she was sitting up. "I'm not here because I wanted to learn how ta tap dance, after all," she said. She didn't wrinkle her nose at the smell of the smoke. Cigars had a totally different smell, texture and taste than cigarettes, one she liked a bit better. Though she was more likely to eat a cigar than smoke it.

"I'm gonna have one helluva a headache, aren't I?" she asked, her hand going to her forehead.