Post by Hiei Jaganshi on Jan 11, 2007 21:22:47 GMT -5
Silvery claws flashed under the florescent lights as two bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, moving apart and coming together again.
Logan grimaced briefly as four long slices in his cheek smoothly healed over, then cracked his neck. "Nicely done, Kathy. You're getting faster," he commented. "More flexible, too..."
Kathy grinned, her breathing slightly faster than normal as the artificial light flashed off the four claws extending from each foot. Three long slashes in her right forearm, exposed by her black tank top, were slowly healing.
"Thanks."
Logan grinned back and charged, his claws gleaming. Kathy crouched, and, a moment before he reached her, leaped up out of the way. Flipping in midair, she landed behind him in a crouch, then swept her right leg around at his legs. Spinning, Logan lurched as the gashes opened by her claws quickly healed. Taking advantage of his unbalance, Kathy darted forward, her shoulder crashing into his chest and sending him to the ground. Coming to a halt, she rested the claws of one foot lightly against his throat, grinning down at him.
"Either you're slowing down, or I'm speeding up, Logan."
Logan gazed up at her for a moment, then slowly sheathed his claws, wincing slightly as the wounds healed. "Nah, you're just getting faster."
Kathy blushed slightly, knowing that Logan didn't give out compliments very easily. "Thanks." She removed her foot from his throat and sheathed her claws, wincing as the wounds left by them slowly began to heal. As they did so, the wounds in her arm did, as well.
Logan watched as her claws disappeared within her steel-toed boots. "You know, it seems to me that having claws in your feet would be pretty useful," he commented as he sat up.
Kathy rolled her eyes. "Sure, it is... Let's not forget the fact that I've gotta be really flexible in order to hit anyone above the knees," she responded dryly. "I'd much rather have my claws in my hands like you."
Logan chuckled and patted her foot. "I like you just the way you are, Kathy," he assured her. "After all, you're different. That's what makes you, well... you."
Logan grimaced briefly as four long slices in his cheek smoothly healed over, then cracked his neck. "Nicely done, Kathy. You're getting faster," he commented. "More flexible, too..."
Kathy grinned, her breathing slightly faster than normal as the artificial light flashed off the four claws extending from each foot. Three long slashes in her right forearm, exposed by her black tank top, were slowly healing.
"Thanks."
Logan grinned back and charged, his claws gleaming. Kathy crouched, and, a moment before he reached her, leaped up out of the way. Flipping in midair, she landed behind him in a crouch, then swept her right leg around at his legs. Spinning, Logan lurched as the gashes opened by her claws quickly healed. Taking advantage of his unbalance, Kathy darted forward, her shoulder crashing into his chest and sending him to the ground. Coming to a halt, she rested the claws of one foot lightly against his throat, grinning down at him.
"Either you're slowing down, or I'm speeding up, Logan."
Logan gazed up at her for a moment, then slowly sheathed his claws, wincing slightly as the wounds healed. "Nah, you're just getting faster."
Kathy blushed slightly, knowing that Logan didn't give out compliments very easily. "Thanks." She removed her foot from his throat and sheathed her claws, wincing as the wounds left by them slowly began to heal. As they did so, the wounds in her arm did, as well.
Logan watched as her claws disappeared within her steel-toed boots. "You know, it seems to me that having claws in your feet would be pretty useful," he commented as he sat up.
Kathy rolled her eyes. "Sure, it is... Let's not forget the fact that I've gotta be really flexible in order to hit anyone above the knees," she responded dryly. "I'd much rather have my claws in my hands like you."
Logan chuckled and patted her foot. "I like you just the way you are, Kathy," he assured her. "After all, you're different. That's what makes you, well... you."