http://gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] gimmemoreteams.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-06-25 07:22 pm
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How to Be the Best at What You Do - Thursday, Period 2

When everyone gathered in the Danger Shop, Logan got right to it. "Okay, bubs. You know what you're best at, you know what you gotta do. Use your thing to take me down. If there's no buttock to ground contact, it doesn't count. Let's see what you've got and don't hold back. I can take anything you give me."

Logan paused. "Also, none of you have made me want to stab anyone. That's better than most of the classes I've taught. Congrats."

[OOC: Up early for interaction since I won't be around tomorrow until evening as per usual. And seriously, go all out on him. He has a handy healing factor that'll keep him alive. That should be clear with at least one person's attempt.]

Re: Take Logan Down [WS7]

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Andrew continued to look at his hands. "I'm going to take a break from everything I'm good at for a while," he said. "It just about killed everyone I care about this last week, and..." He shrugged.

Re: Take Logan Down [WS7]

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"I guess I could try punching you," he said. "But I get dizzy standing up, and can't walk more than ten to fifteen steps before I need to sit down."

He was a mess.

Re: Take Logan Down [WS7]

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Andrew stood slowly, closing his eyes till things stopped spinning. He moved himself into one of the more stable stances he had learned in training with Worf. "I've never hit anyone," he said, taking a deep breath and swinging.

He was fairly certain he had been hit by a twelve year old girl harder than this, but it was all he had in him.

Re: Take Logan Down [WS7]

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-06-28 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Andrew stood there for a moment, holding his hand. It hurt.

"Yeah, I guess," he said. It didn't really feel like an accomplishment. It wouldn't take much to summon up a couple of large, beastly demons to do his fighting for him. Just a few archaic words. But he had made a promise.

"I'm going to go now." He turned to leave.