The training room was a jungle of wooden training gear imported from Japan. Logan had no idea what half of the stuff was called but got it all anyway. After some action recently, he knew he was a bit out of practice. Just getting a little slow in his old age. The thought made him grin. Standing bare chested with only the bottom half of a Kimono covering his body, the mutant with a samurai soul stood still and silent for a moment. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Focus. Focus. It was a quick series of fluid motions that followed. His hands a blur as he rapped the wood lightly with his knuckles. An imaginary fight going on through his head. A punch there a kick there. All his blows landed in the right spots on the wooden dummies as he avoided the bars. It all looked to be perfectly executed until near the end. A mistake. Moving too low, the mutant hit a wooden pole and snapped it off the training whatchamacallit. "Goddammit." cursed the man under his breath. Deciding to try again, Logan bobbed ans weaved his way back to where he marked the start and went again, and again. Totally unawares of the comings or goings of anyone watching.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 01:15:36 +0000
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