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Post by Wolverine on Aug 16, 2009 20:29:57 GMT
Logan, adorned in his Hellion combat outfit, the red and white costume, was standing in the Octagon, Ares had asked him to have a little rough and tumble with Monet. Didn't bother him, Logan has aggression to let out since that morlock thing, and according to Ares, this girl needed to be taken down a peg, and was tough enough to handle the Canadian's harder hits.
So there he was, in the Octagon, his mask hanging from the back of his neck like a hood. He took a moment to roll his wrists, run a finger over the areas where his claws popped out, roll his shoulders, a general warm-up, a few stretches, make sure everything was loose and ready to go.
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Post by monet on Aug 16, 2009 21:13:30 GMT
A little training session was scheduled for Ms. Croix, one that she wouldn't miss for anything. A chance to rumble with Wolverine, the most feral and one of the stronger members of the Hellions. Of course, no one on the team was as strong as her....unless Calvin decided to copy her...but that was besides the point! The point was Monet thought of herself as the star of the team and as arrogant as she was, she had the skills to back it up. Sure Logan had his little claws, but there wasn't much damage he could do to her with her healing factor. Then again, his healing factor proved him to be a difficult person to dispose of. Oh well, Monet liked a challenge.
"Hello Logan" she said with a smirk curled up on her lips as she walked in sporting her combat outfit. "My you look wonderful today. I'm really happy we could do this. Lets just hope you don't get hurt too badly."
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Post by psylocke on Aug 16, 2009 21:39:52 GMT
Elizabeth walked into shortly after and found herself a place to watch the coming fight. Ares had asked her to take his place while he ran off to do something else. She agreed to it but he was going to owe her one for pulling her out of class and holding off on the test she was going to give that day.
Taking a seat she got comfortable while the two wormed up and chatted. Even she wondered who would come out on top in this little spar there having. Most people would think Monet would win hands down but she wouldn't put it passed the little Canadian man to out smart her in the end and come out the winner.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 16, 2009 21:59:41 GMT
Logan first just gave a grunt at Monet, his previous encounters with her had been few and far between, but as she spoke he realised just how much he was going to enjoy putting his hairy Canadian knuckle to that pretty little chin of hers. "Don't you worry about me." he replied, watching as the bullet proof panes closed in behind Monet, locking the two in the Octagon. It was, of course, designed to take all sorts of punishment, had to contain close quarter mutant fights after all.
Logan dropped into a combat stance, fists clenched, legs ready to spring. He was almost positive she wouldn't make the first move, but he was glad to. The Canadian moved into action, instinct and Psylocke's martial art training came into effect, his left hand came up preparing for a punch, but it was a faux, he quickly side stepped to the right, the arm on that side lashing out, hoping to catch her cheek, test how tough she was.
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Post by monet on Aug 17, 2009 3:09:49 GMT
Monet had a smug grin and watched the canadian charge towards her. She didn't bother to move, just crossed her arms and allowed Logan to land a hook to her cheek. She stood there and let out a yawn showing her boredom. "Is...that all? All the talk I've heard about you since I've arrived...you're not really living up to the hype..." she smirked speeding behind Logan and swinging a fist towards the back of his head.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 18, 2009 13:02:31 GMT
There was a certain sense of disappointment one felt after they tried punching someone in the face and achieved about as much as punching a brick wall. Well she certainly was a tough one, and when she stepped behind Logan, he was midly caught off guard, enough so then his enhanced reflexes didn't save him from feeling a jackhammer fist ram into the back of his skull and send his face cracking against the "mutant proof" glass panes that formed a wall around the Octagon.
That hurt, and it was all fuel for the fire really, Logan tilted his head to he could see Monet, just at the corner of his side, one leg stepped back quickly, before his body twisted, a fist swinging in what appeared to be a strike with the back of his hand, but he could clearly see, and she probably could to, that he'd be missing her face by at least four inches.
That was until the sound of bone cutting flesh could be heard, and three long claws, hard and sharp enough to cut through metal exploded out of his fist, aiming to cut that pretty little face she had.
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Post by monet on Aug 19, 2009 22:12:01 GMT
Monet chuckled as she watched Logan splat against the Octagon's glass. It was rather hilarious how she was able to toss the feral and savage Wolverine around like nothing. Apparently she hadn't hit him hard enough and he came back with an attack with his claws. Sure...Monet could have easily sped out of the way and drop kick the little canadian hair ball back into the glass. No, she wouldn't do that. She's choose to raise a hand and sway away Logan's clawed hand. She felt them scratch into her skin, but it didn't draw any blood.
"Right..." Monet smirked raising her knee to ram Wolverine's crotch.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 20, 2009 22:36:27 GMT
There was a feral growl from Logan's throat as his claws were practically ignored by Monet, she was tough, he needed to find some way to hurt her, but his thoughts were quickly taken away when he felt a blow to his testicles, overwhelming pain washing over his form, a pain she could never understand. His body was kicked into the air by her inhuman physical strength, he landed on his chest, hands cupping his injured pride.
He was 100% positive that she did damage that would have been permanent if it wasn't for his healing factor. He took in a sharp breath as everything fixed itself. As strong as she was, he hadn't seen her show off any remarkable speed, keeping that in mind, Wolverine exploded from the floor, claws fully extended on each hand. This time he was aiming for a flurry, hit her lots of times, even if the scratches were only the most minor of flesh wounds, minor flesh wounds still hurt, and when you weren't used to pain, it seemed worst.
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Post by monet on Sept 16, 2009 14:40:37 GMT
Lesson learned, never knee a feral mutant with anger issues in the jewels.It was a surprise when Monet actually found herself on the defensive using her speed to avoid the blows, yet it was inevitable at the close range and speed he was swinging at her. She actually felt him stab her a few times, nothing totally serious but it still hurt like hell. It pissed her off...he actually thought he could beat her? Oh yes, Logan was good, Monet in her own opinion...was perfect.
"You are quite the little beast, aren't you?" she smirked as she began to levitate and retaliate with her own flurry of punches to combat his claws. Ignore the annoying burning pain of her fists and arms being cut into...all would be healed later. Right now, she had to lay this guy out and prove who the best at the academy really was.
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Post by Wolverine on Sept 16, 2009 15:39:39 GMT
Logan didn't like pain, wasn't a massive fan of fighting when there was no reason, he had been reluctant at best to enter this fight, but working off some tension helped him get used to the idea. Although when she kicked him in the testicles with her enhanced strength, she made it personal. As strong as she was, he was a tough one. His healing factor was already kicking in, taking care of what should have formed into bruises.
Now they were locked in a brawl, and down and dirty, wasn't much skill involved, just hit the other person until someone goes down. As her fists slammed into him repeatedly, he could feel the force of each individual one cause his body to lash about, it didn't however stop him from from retaliating. This was the style where his animalistic, berserker urges got loose. Like a rabid wolf he was clawing at his opponent, sharpened teeth exposed as he growled and cursed.
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Post by monet on Sept 16, 2009 17:46:39 GMT
"Aww, what's the matter? Is someone having a little temper tantrum?" she mocked countering every slash he made with a swing of her fist. Although she seemed to not have any blatant weaknesses, there was one: her arrogance. So caught up in talking trash, Monet was caught off guard feeling one of Logan's claws cut across her face. The face...not the face. Stab her in the stomach, the chest, the back...all those were fair game, but the face was just unacceptable. That moment, something snapped inside of Monet's head and she found herself fly above, grabbing the canadian mutant and whirling her body around, releasing her grip on him to watch him fly towards the wall.
"You bastard, you've got some nerve!!!" she screamed placing a hand over the claw marks. They'd heal soon, so permanent damage was nothing to worry about. It was still the fact that he had cut her face. Flawless beauty clawed by this beast trapped in a human body. She would have to really make him pay now...
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Post by victorvondamme on Sept 27, 2009 19:41:47 GMT
Victor had heard of the reputations held by Monet and Logan, one was the excellence of perfection, one was a Canadian mountain man of sorts bearing some dangerous claws. These were individuals worth keeping an eye on, from a scientific point of view they were very interesting individuals, Monet's skin and Logan's healing factor, the possibilities if someone could break it down and analyse it.
He strode in, it was already part way underway it would appear, the young Monet did not appear happy that the Canadian was able to cut her, she certainly looked like she could prove what they said about hells fury and a woman's scorn. He rose into the seating, towards fellow teacher Psylocke. "How does it fair so far?" he asked, his armoured form taking a seat beside her.
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Post by psylocke on Sept 28, 2009 21:20:07 GMT
While the two fought Betsy was taking mental notes on what she was going to have to work on in class for next week. And do some extra training with Monet to work on her focus it seems she loses it to easily when in combat even if its not real. If it wasn't fixed it could get her killed one day and that wasn't something she wanted to see. Of course Logan needed work as well to gain better control of that berserker rage of his.
"How does it fair so far?" upon hearing that Betsy looked up and over at Victor "Not as well as I had hopped it would, they both need more training no matter what Monet climes. She needs to take her focus off her looks when she's fighting or it'll get her killed one day." she looked back at the two fighters waiting to see what would happen next.
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Post by Wolverine on Sept 29, 2009 18:00:01 GMT
Logan jumped back, taking a moment to smile as Monet's skin was finally cut and she had her little Diva moment to scream about it. Punches to the face and chest that stung pretty bad were already starting to heal up, those were a few bruises he'd never develop.
"Yep...now how about you come over here and we'll see if I can make it a matching pair." he taunted, hands moving so his claws were making something of a "bring it on" expression.
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Post by monet on Sept 29, 2009 18:37:59 GMT
"You little prick. You'll eat those words. You all mock me behind my back, but I guess I'll prove to you why I'm the best. Even if it means a funeral!" she screamed as her super speed kicked in, her left fist met his gut, and her right hand gripped his arm and with a firm jerk, Monet pulled it from it's socket.
"Give it up wild boy, you're good but Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix is always better." she grinned before giving his arm one good hard snap.
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