Cammie & Lil: Powers Training

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Cammie and Lil work on powers training.

“Are you ready to do this? I am SO ready to do this,” Cammie said happily. She was dressed for the gym the best she could be right now, a t-shirt and a pair of cut off jeans showed off the scar on her arm and the dots of them going up and down her legs.

“Of course, I have no idea HOW I’m going to do this,” she said, taking the bandages off her arm slowly. “So I guess I’ll just hit you awhile.

"Works for me," Lil said, slipping a surgical mask over his mouth and nose. It was the only protection she would need which was why she wore nothing but a sports bra and pair of spandex shorts. She'd been tempted to draw a bullseye on her stomach for kicks but didn't have the energy for it. "Apologizing now if I swing back though," she replied.

“You hit me back and you’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” Cammie said happily. Her arm was a green. Light at the shoulder, deep down at the fingers. “I’ll punch you then,” she said, and pulled back with her left hand and punched, the rush down her arm showed that she was indeed releasing toxin. Since it couldn’t go ‘in’ Lil there was a slight green cloud. That smelled.

“Sorry, this is going to stink.”

She shrugged despite wrinkling her nose behind the mask. "S'okay." Lil'd barely felt the punch but the cloud was going to get annoying. "You're working on holding that in, yeah?"

“That’s what the sadist wants,” Cammie agreed, with another punch that still let out the poison. “I can almost turn it off when I touch someone, but when I hit people… well, I expect them to go down, I guess.”

Lil gave a little chuckle and planted her hands on her hips. "So, stop expecting them to go down. 'Cause you're going to come up against people like me who aren't."

Cammie paused, “Oh shit! I just had the BEST IDEA EVER!” she said, her eyes lighting up.

The Amazon quirked a brow at the smaller girl. "Oh yeah? What is it?" Lil doubted it was in fact 'the best idea ever' but her friend definitely seemed enthused enough.

“We team up on him! Two versus one! You, since you’re all invulnerable and stuff get to do the front lines while I go all ninja! It’s the PERFECT idea,” she said almost jumping up and down.

Waving the last of the cloud from her face, Lil tugged the mask down and frowned at the girl. "Team up on who? Logan? You're outta your fucking mind you think the two of us can take the Old Man."

“Oh, so you’re saying you can’t distract him long enough for me to punch twenty dollars out of him?” she asked, she may have still be a little bitter at that. “Well okay then. But just know you’re turning down something awesome.”

"Insane. The word is insane not awesome." She shook her head, causing the ponytail to swing as she wondered just how far outside her head Cammie really was. "I learned a long time ago not to bet against Logan - or try to pull on over on him. You're gonna lose either way."
Cammie sighed, “Well, whatever. It was just an idea,” she said shrugging. “Should I go back to punching you or are you going to keep looking at me like I have two heads?”

"You don't enough brains to fill two heads if you're thinking about something like that," Lil told her, putting the mask back in place. "Only way you're gonna get a punch on him is when you actually are skilled enough to do so."

“Yeah, I know, I’m brainless. I blame the schools,” Cammie said, pulling back and letting another punch go, making a conscious effort to hold back, even though it hurt a bit. Not as much came out. Not that it’d be obvious to Lil.

“I still say anything’s possible if you got the guts to pull it off. This is how I am still alive.”

"Oh, it's possible. Just not right now. I started training with the Old Man when I was nineteen and I still rarely get hits on him, Cam." Lil wasn't trying to be difficult, just realistic. "S'good you got the drive to do it, but you need the practice more. Trust me; I've been through this with him before."

“That’s why I thought maybe double teaming it. And you know, a surprise attack. …though surprise attacks just by myself don’t work,” she punched again, a little better still, but still she was putting out toxin. “You talk like nineteen was forever ago for you. How old are ya now?”

"Twenty-three. But a lot changed during those years." Lil flexed tightened her abs, working on her own control as the girl threw hit after hit. "Wasn't forever ago, just feels like it sometimes."

“You’re not much older than me than,” Cammie pointed out while she beat on her friend.

"Never said I was," she replied then suddenly stuck; one leg hooked around Cammie's and she gave the girl a hard push to both shoulders to trip her up and send her to the mat. "Just been doing this kinda stuff a lot longer."

Cammie hit the ground, “Oh, that’s not fair. And if you weren’t invulnerable this is where I’d grab your leg and cut you down to my size,” instead, once she recovered she swept with her own legs, aiming to do the same to Lil. She had been doing this awhile too. Though not nearly as long.

Her legs absorbed the hit but the giantess barely wobbled let alone topple. "I'm not trying to fight you, Cam," she said and reached out an hand to yank the green-haired girl back to her feet. "Just making a point: I'm letting you hit me and I don't have nearly the amount of years behind me or the skills Logan does. Don't worry about trying to score hits on him for now and focus on what he's trying to teach you. The fun stuff'll come. Promise."

“Is it the fun stuff that made you have a crush on him,” she asked, just joking as Lil helped her up. “It’s funny, you think you’re good at something,” she laughed.

Lil rolled her eyes and even smiled softly though Cammie couldn't see it under the protective piece of cloth. "You looking to seduce him?" she asked dryly. "And whadda mean 'think I'm good at something?'"

“Oh god no,” Cammie said with a laugh, “It hasn’t been that long. And I mean, I thought I was good. I mean, I’ve fought people before. And kicked ass before.”

"Ah," the taller woman said with a nod. "Yeah, you'll get used to the change. And once you do, then you'll ready to start kicking the kid's butts around. Or you know, let them use you for a punching bag during powers training." Her eyes lit at that. "Any more thoughts on how to keep that shit in your arm?"

“No more thoughts, just that it hurts when I’m used to putting out when punching,” Cammie muttered, hitting Lil again.

"Putting out can be a bitch," Lil replied without even a little snicker. "Try focusing on it. Close your eyes for a minute and really think about it before you swing. We'll work up to automatic responses and shit like that but for now just really focus on trying to keep the toxin from squeezing out."

“Yeah, sensei whatever,” Cammie said, shaking out her green hand before taking a deep breath and trying to think about holding back. She held back all the time. She should be able to do it here. “Here it goes,” she punched, and was able to hold back more but it felt… odd.

“Oh, that feels fucking WEIRD.”

"Good weird or bad weird?" Lil asked. Her brow furrowed as she looked at the girl, debating if she should let keeping her punch if she was going to end up hurting herself somehow.

“Like holding in a sneeze weird,” Cammie said, shaking her hand off. “I’m just too use to stinging when I hit, I guess.”

The blonde woman nodded and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Yeah, but you're getting better at it. Not alotta cloud that time, so it's doable. Just gotta get used to it, I guess." It was a step towards power control which made Lil beam.

“Yeah. That’s the hard part,” Cammie said again, shaking her head. “I guess you’ll be my punching bag the rest of the afternoon. Because I’m not going back to the hairy sadist without knowing how to do this right."

Lil nodded. "Smart idea. You'd be in push-up hell if you were stupid enough to think you could get away with that."

“You say that like these sessions weren’t already pushup hell,” Cammie returned. Resigned to fate.

"Cammie, you ain't seen nothing yet."