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xp_logsTabitha still has some anger issues she tries to work out under the guise of training.
Tabs took a few extra minutes to stretch out her bad knee. It wouldn't do to get taken down before the real fun started. She spared a sidelong glance at Jean-Paul. "You sure you're okay with this program?" She really didn't know anybody who might let her get away with this now that Logan had poofed again. She just didn't know how else to deal with the anger that had been riding her since Madripoor.
"Oui," Jean-Paul said, knowing Hank was watching from above just in case anything actually did go wrong. He was confident enough in his own capabilities, at least, to not be horribly worried about how the scenario might go down - it was the plasma he didn't want to deal with, but that sort of came along with doing these sorts of things with Tabitha, didn't it? So he'd deal with the plasma because his friend looked like she needed to punch someone. Or quite a few someones.
She pulled her gloves more firmly onto her hands and signaled the start. "I've detonated bombs without a countdown twice now. I was really pissed both times, but I think I can do it again."
"And so we will see," Jean-Paul agreed, shifting until he was hovering just the slightest bit, poised to move wherever he needed to move at speed.
Drones swarmed the room, morphing into random civilians. The volume grew with the violence. In seconds they were a mob. Tabitha backed into a corner, flash-bomb forming in her hand. She threw the fully formed bomb into the center of the crowd. She blocked stray blows, and deliberate ones, as she tried to make the damned thing blow.
Jean-Paul stuck close enough to Tabitha to help keep some of the blows from landing, but they began coming faster and faster at him and he had to concentrate on avoiding grasping hands that tried to pull him down amongst them.
Her mind was stuck, blocking and concentrating and blocking and still no boom. Tabitha hissed, frustration growing despite her inner mantra to stay calm. A fist slipped passed her defenses and slammed into her ribcage.
The bomb exploded in light and sound.
Not exactly what she was going for.
Jean-Paul's automatic reaction to the explosion was to dart upward, away from the fray, so he could see what was going on once his eyes had cleared. It didn't look good, all things considered. He reentered the confusion a moment later, picking a drone up and then flying as high as the room's interior would allow so he could drop it. Probably... not the best technique to use when going for crowd control, but at least he'd dropped it on other people. So, theoretically, it might not be dead.
He went back to try to help Tabitha then, moving fast enough around her to block quite a few hits. He didn't know what her problem was, they hadn't really talked about it, but he was trying to give her some room to concentrate again.
She scowled at nothing and everything all at once. No matter how hard she concentrated, it was that surge of anger when she was hit, the distraction, that made the bomb blow.
Maybe that was the problem.
Tabitha formed four small flash-bang bombs and flung them away from herself. She tried to relax and concentrate on the fight. A blow landed and the first bomb blew. Another, and the second went.
She smiled, giddy.
That's when the fist hit her squarely in the eye, and both remaining bombs went.
Even moving at speed, it was difficult for Jean-Paul to keep up with the sheer number of drones in the room. None landed critical hits on him, but he saw Tabitha take a good knock to the face. This was her DR scenario, though, and so he waited to see if she'd shake it off and want to continue. Otherwise, he was prepared to signal a stop to Hank in the observation room.
She hit the floor with a laugh. Experimentally, she released two more bombs. She stayed on the ground, avoiding the fighting above. She watched the bombs rolling away, thought about their explosions, and just... let go.
Two satisfying explosions scattered drones.
"End program!" Tabitha shouted. As the drones froze before moving back into storage, she lay on the floor, laughing. "I got it!"
Tabs took a few extra minutes to stretch out her bad knee. It wouldn't do to get taken down before the real fun started. She spared a sidelong glance at Jean-Paul. "You sure you're okay with this program?" She really didn't know anybody who might let her get away with this now that Logan had poofed again. She just didn't know how else to deal with the anger that had been riding her since Madripoor.
"Oui," Jean-Paul said, knowing Hank was watching from above just in case anything actually did go wrong. He was confident enough in his own capabilities, at least, to not be horribly worried about how the scenario might go down - it was the plasma he didn't want to deal with, but that sort of came along with doing these sorts of things with Tabitha, didn't it? So he'd deal with the plasma because his friend looked like she needed to punch someone. Or quite a few someones.
She pulled her gloves more firmly onto her hands and signaled the start. "I've detonated bombs without a countdown twice now. I was really pissed both times, but I think I can do it again."
"And so we will see," Jean-Paul agreed, shifting until he was hovering just the slightest bit, poised to move wherever he needed to move at speed.
Drones swarmed the room, morphing into random civilians. The volume grew with the violence. In seconds they were a mob. Tabitha backed into a corner, flash-bomb forming in her hand. She threw the fully formed bomb into the center of the crowd. She blocked stray blows, and deliberate ones, as she tried to make the damned thing blow.
Jean-Paul stuck close enough to Tabitha to help keep some of the blows from landing, but they began coming faster and faster at him and he had to concentrate on avoiding grasping hands that tried to pull him down amongst them.
Her mind was stuck, blocking and concentrating and blocking and still no boom. Tabitha hissed, frustration growing despite her inner mantra to stay calm. A fist slipped passed her defenses and slammed into her ribcage.
The bomb exploded in light and sound.
Not exactly what she was going for.
Jean-Paul's automatic reaction to the explosion was to dart upward, away from the fray, so he could see what was going on once his eyes had cleared. It didn't look good, all things considered. He reentered the confusion a moment later, picking a drone up and then flying as high as the room's interior would allow so he could drop it. Probably... not the best technique to use when going for crowd control, but at least he'd dropped it on other people. So, theoretically, it might not be dead.
He went back to try to help Tabitha then, moving fast enough around her to block quite a few hits. He didn't know what her problem was, they hadn't really talked about it, but he was trying to give her some room to concentrate again.
She scowled at nothing and everything all at once. No matter how hard she concentrated, it was that surge of anger when she was hit, the distraction, that made the bomb blow.
Maybe that was the problem.
Tabitha formed four small flash-bang bombs and flung them away from herself. She tried to relax and concentrate on the fight. A blow landed and the first bomb blew. Another, and the second went.
She smiled, giddy.
That's when the fist hit her squarely in the eye, and both remaining bombs went.
Even moving at speed, it was difficult for Jean-Paul to keep up with the sheer number of drones in the room. None landed critical hits on him, but he saw Tabitha take a good knock to the face. This was her DR scenario, though, and so he waited to see if she'd shake it off and want to continue. Otherwise, he was prepared to signal a stop to Hank in the observation room.
She hit the floor with a laugh. Experimentally, she released two more bombs. She stayed on the ground, avoiding the fighting above. She watched the bombs rolling away, thought about their explosions, and just... let go.
Two satisfying explosions scattered drones.
"End program!" Tabitha shouted. As the drones froze before moving back into storage, she lay on the floor, laughing. "I got it!"
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