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xp_logsAmanda has Scott put her through the basic combat assessment program in the Danger Room.
The bottle of water span slowly as it sailed through the air followed closely by a towel. "You'll want to keep a hold of those," Scott noted with a smile, "If you thought that last exercise was bad, well we haven't even got started yet." The major benefit of everyone living under the same roof, a lot more victims, besides Scott hadn't seen this particular woman in action for a while and was curious to see how her training had gone over the years.
Amanda nearly fumbled the catch of the water bottle - she'd never been one for sports-type things having spent most of her formative years studying magic - and grabbed at the towel as it landed on her head. "Ta," she managed, sounding breathless as she spun the cap of the bottle and drank greedily. "I'd bitch about you making me run and all, but since my teleporting's a it on the dodgy side lately, being able to run away from things is a handy skill to have," she said at last, when her breath was back. "So, Captain, what's next? Hand to hand?"
"If you feel that you're sufficiently warmed up," Scott allowed reaching over to the control panel to slide the program away and pull up the next one,"Although, if you want we could always do another few laps if you want," he told the woman with a mischievous grin on his face as the room around them shimmered and shifted into a dojo. "There you go, it sets the mood a little don't you think?"
"If I was any warmer, I'd melt," she told him smartly. She had to repress her urge to yelp as the room changed - unlike her teammates who had been X-Men at various times, Amanda's experience with the Danger Room had been minimal. "Huh," she said instead, looking around approvingly. "Just like that movie the Matrix and all, isn't it? Talk about flash."
"We do our best to impress," Scott noted with a smile as he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, "you know i bet if I spent a little time on the programming we could replicate the scene from the matrix but with training implements instead." he noted heading into the centre of the room. "So," he gestured towards a gi clad dummy that was rising out of the floor, "what kind of hand to hand combat are you most comfortable with?"
"The dirty street fighting kind?" Amanda replied with a grin. "Maybe start me off with something easy and work our way up? Like, your basic program?"
"You want my basic program?" Scott repeated with a grin, "I thought no-one would ever ask for that." He winked at Amanda and punched a code into the wall panel, "I'll start off easy on ya, cut it back to slower than average. Make it easier to work on form and see what you've got. Most street fighters are effective enough but they lack the precision and form that could make them truly deadly."
Amanda nodded, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet to loosen her legs. "And when you're five foot three and built wiry with it, you're not exactly a powerhouse," she replied wryly. "R-- the Trenchcoats do their best to train me, but I'm not exactly built like a tank."
"If you were we'd have problems," Scott countered with a smile as the training dummy squared off against Amanda. "It's bigger and probably stronger than you, it'd be cliche to say you're faster but you are harder to hit so that's your advantage. Keep moving randomly and he'll find it much harder to land a hit on you while he's a much bigger target for you to attack."
Amanda cocked an eyebrow at the robot and sidestepped as it moved towards her. She was wearing sneakers instead of her usual Docs, but she was still able to make a satisfying 'crack' as she drove her foot into the side of the construct's 'knee'. When it stumbled, the joint unable to bear weight, she followed up with an elbow to the temple which dropped it. Her movements were, as she'd said, without the typical grace of a trained martial artist, but they were brutally efficient. "Next?" she asked, dropping back into her deceptively casual stance.
Scott just smiled and pressed a button on the tablet he'd taken from the wall docket. With a creak of machinery the construct pulled itself to its feet and took up a position across from Amanda before bowing and advancing towards her. The robot threw a jab at her head as it advanced towards her before following up with a roundhouse punch from it's left hand directed at her body as it slipped to the side trying to minimize her chances to return a strike at it.
The witch ducked the jab at her head and moved sideways again, but this time she stepped towards the bot. The roundhouse punch became more of a one-armed hug as she was now too close for the punch to land, and she twisted to catch the extended "arm" with one hand. Pulling the 'arm' down and using her hip and shoulder for leverage, she tossed the bot to the floor, before following through with a heel stomp to its solar plexus that would have completely winded a person.
There was no warning more than the whistle behind Amanda as two more robots moved into attack, one throwing a punch at the witches back as the other circled round her sweeping a foot across the floor as it aimed at her legs. The two machines moved in unison with the grace of experienced fighters, loose and limber as they immediately went on the attack.
A brief, fierce grin crossed the witch's face as she whirled to face the two new combatants. Now things were getting interesting...
Twenty minutes later, a sweating, worn out Amanda hit the floor one last time and stayed there, panting. "Uncle," she wheezed as her robotic opponents began to move in for the final blow. Around them were several disabled bots who Amanda had managed to take down before this last group, and the witch herself had several bruises and cuts to show for her tenacity. Her 'style', rough and ready to begin with, hadn't actually suffered from the extended fight, but eventually numbers and superior skills had one out.
Scott grinned and passed the witch a cold bottle of water, "See if you can do something with that," dropping a towel on her head as he settled down next to her. "You lasted quite a while in there, especially considering you don't really need to train to deal with large numbers of opponents normally. IF you guys end up fighting all the guards, either something is wrong, or you're pretending to be us."
"But I look awesome in black leather," came Amanda's half-hearted rejoinder, muffled by the towel. For a moment she just lay there, concentrating on getting her wind back, before pushing herself up on her elbows. "Yeah, you're right, tho'. I don't tend to do the mob thing much, at least not without a city lending a hand. That's what Wade's for."
"I'm sure you do, sadly I have to take your word for it never having seen it myself," he pointed out with a relaxed smile, "Having the heart of a city on your side would be pretty useful in a fight I have to admit," Scott allowed, "Or Wade. Mr Wilson is kinda like a force of nature in his own right. I've never seen anyone so into explosions before."
"He tends to be a handy meat shield too," Amanda added with a smirk. "Which is handy since we're short on power houses these days."
Scott looked around conspiratorially before leaning closer to Amanda, "I feel the same way about Logan," he noted with a joking smile, "he's the perfect shield. Just don't tell him I said that."
"Wouldn't dream of it." With a groan, Amanda pushed herself to her feet. "Ugh, I need a beer after that," she reflected, and cocked her head at Scott. "You wanna join me at Harry's once I've cleaned myself up?"
"How could I ever refuse an offer like that?" came the reply, "In fact you know what, first round's on me. You deserve it after surviving that."
The bottle of water span slowly as it sailed through the air followed closely by a towel. "You'll want to keep a hold of those," Scott noted with a smile, "If you thought that last exercise was bad, well we haven't even got started yet." The major benefit of everyone living under the same roof, a lot more victims, besides Scott hadn't seen this particular woman in action for a while and was curious to see how her training had gone over the years.
Amanda nearly fumbled the catch of the water bottle - she'd never been one for sports-type things having spent most of her formative years studying magic - and grabbed at the towel as it landed on her head. "Ta," she managed, sounding breathless as she spun the cap of the bottle and drank greedily. "I'd bitch about you making me run and all, but since my teleporting's a it on the dodgy side lately, being able to run away from things is a handy skill to have," she said at last, when her breath was back. "So, Captain, what's next? Hand to hand?"
"If you feel that you're sufficiently warmed up," Scott allowed reaching over to the control panel to slide the program away and pull up the next one,"Although, if you want we could always do another few laps if you want," he told the woman with a mischievous grin on his face as the room around them shimmered and shifted into a dojo. "There you go, it sets the mood a little don't you think?"
"If I was any warmer, I'd melt," she told him smartly. She had to repress her urge to yelp as the room changed - unlike her teammates who had been X-Men at various times, Amanda's experience with the Danger Room had been minimal. "Huh," she said instead, looking around approvingly. "Just like that movie the Matrix and all, isn't it? Talk about flash."
"We do our best to impress," Scott noted with a smile as he cocked his head to one side thoughtfully, "you know i bet if I spent a little time on the programming we could replicate the scene from the matrix but with training implements instead." he noted heading into the centre of the room. "So," he gestured towards a gi clad dummy that was rising out of the floor, "what kind of hand to hand combat are you most comfortable with?"
"The dirty street fighting kind?" Amanda replied with a grin. "Maybe start me off with something easy and work our way up? Like, your basic program?"
"You want my basic program?" Scott repeated with a grin, "I thought no-one would ever ask for that." He winked at Amanda and punched a code into the wall panel, "I'll start off easy on ya, cut it back to slower than average. Make it easier to work on form and see what you've got. Most street fighters are effective enough but they lack the precision and form that could make them truly deadly."
Amanda nodded, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet to loosen her legs. "And when you're five foot three and built wiry with it, you're not exactly a powerhouse," she replied wryly. "R-- the Trenchcoats do their best to train me, but I'm not exactly built like a tank."
"If you were we'd have problems," Scott countered with a smile as the training dummy squared off against Amanda. "It's bigger and probably stronger than you, it'd be cliche to say you're faster but you are harder to hit so that's your advantage. Keep moving randomly and he'll find it much harder to land a hit on you while he's a much bigger target for you to attack."
Amanda cocked an eyebrow at the robot and sidestepped as it moved towards her. She was wearing sneakers instead of her usual Docs, but she was still able to make a satisfying 'crack' as she drove her foot into the side of the construct's 'knee'. When it stumbled, the joint unable to bear weight, she followed up with an elbow to the temple which dropped it. Her movements were, as she'd said, without the typical grace of a trained martial artist, but they were brutally efficient. "Next?" she asked, dropping back into her deceptively casual stance.
Scott just smiled and pressed a button on the tablet he'd taken from the wall docket. With a creak of machinery the construct pulled itself to its feet and took up a position across from Amanda before bowing and advancing towards her. The robot threw a jab at her head as it advanced towards her before following up with a roundhouse punch from it's left hand directed at her body as it slipped to the side trying to minimize her chances to return a strike at it.
The witch ducked the jab at her head and moved sideways again, but this time she stepped towards the bot. The roundhouse punch became more of a one-armed hug as she was now too close for the punch to land, and she twisted to catch the extended "arm" with one hand. Pulling the 'arm' down and using her hip and shoulder for leverage, she tossed the bot to the floor, before following through with a heel stomp to its solar plexus that would have completely winded a person.
There was no warning more than the whistle behind Amanda as two more robots moved into attack, one throwing a punch at the witches back as the other circled round her sweeping a foot across the floor as it aimed at her legs. The two machines moved in unison with the grace of experienced fighters, loose and limber as they immediately went on the attack.
A brief, fierce grin crossed the witch's face as she whirled to face the two new combatants. Now things were getting interesting...
Twenty minutes later, a sweating, worn out Amanda hit the floor one last time and stayed there, panting. "Uncle," she wheezed as her robotic opponents began to move in for the final blow. Around them were several disabled bots who Amanda had managed to take down before this last group, and the witch herself had several bruises and cuts to show for her tenacity. Her 'style', rough and ready to begin with, hadn't actually suffered from the extended fight, but eventually numbers and superior skills had one out.
Scott grinned and passed the witch a cold bottle of water, "See if you can do something with that," dropping a towel on her head as he settled down next to her. "You lasted quite a while in there, especially considering you don't really need to train to deal with large numbers of opponents normally. IF you guys end up fighting all the guards, either something is wrong, or you're pretending to be us."
"But I look awesome in black leather," came Amanda's half-hearted rejoinder, muffled by the towel. For a moment she just lay there, concentrating on getting her wind back, before pushing herself up on her elbows. "Yeah, you're right, tho'. I don't tend to do the mob thing much, at least not without a city lending a hand. That's what Wade's for."
"I'm sure you do, sadly I have to take your word for it never having seen it myself," he pointed out with a relaxed smile, "Having the heart of a city on your side would be pretty useful in a fight I have to admit," Scott allowed, "Or Wade. Mr Wilson is kinda like a force of nature in his own right. I've never seen anyone so into explosions before."
"He tends to be a handy meat shield too," Amanda added with a smirk. "Which is handy since we're short on power houses these days."
Scott looked around conspiratorially before leaning closer to Amanda, "I feel the same way about Logan," he noted with a joking smile, "he's the perfect shield. Just don't tell him I said that."
"Wouldn't dream of it." With a groan, Amanda pushed herself to her feet. "Ugh, I need a beer after that," she reflected, and cocked her head at Scott. "You wanna join me at Harry's once I've cleaned myself up?"
"How could I ever refuse an offer like that?" came the reply, "In fact you know what, first round's on me. You deserve it after surviving that."
