<strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Kevin Forester /<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">V<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">EKTOR</span></span></em></span></strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>“The Danger Room,” which is living up to its name.<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>About to have his ass handed to him by a girl who isn’t even of legal drinking age.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aion, Cavalry, Sunpyre, Wolverine<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Vek_02a.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The other guy next to Kevin looked non-plussed as he spoke up. He concurred, The Danger Room, as though he also knew of it, but again, no one actually said what it was. <br/><br/>‘Kill’ setting?!? Just what in the hell were they about to do?!? Kevin suddenly got a very ‘Hunger Games’ vibe as he looked to the others out of the corners of his eyes.<br/><br/>Then Wolverine announced for them to take her on, and again he was feeling very much like he shouldn’t be doing this. She was the new Wolverine, of course, but still. It was the principle of the matter. Sure, he had sparred with plenty of girls in his decade-or-so of Taekwondo, but this seemed much more like gloves off, knock-down-drag-out, straight brawling. No dinner was worth this!<br/><br/>Blue shirt introduced himself as Alex and asked for a moment to strategize. And while his strategy was sound, it was exactly that. Sound. Practical. Which meant predictable. She would be expecting it. Even if they worked together as the perfect team, they were going to have to come up with something more than a sound strategy to win that dinner. They were going to have to throw her off somehow. Surprise her. Come at her with something she <em>wouldn’t</em> see coming a mile away.<br/><br/>Alex then asked if anyone had a better idea. The other guy seemed content with Alex’s plan. Kevin had a slightly different idea, but there was no sense in troubling the others with it. He could carry it out on his own without them having to concern themselves with it. He was the ‘ranged fighter’ after all. So the ranged fighter he would be. That suited him just fine. Well out of range of those insane looking claws.<br/><br/>“My name’s Kevin,” he said flatly. “Let’s go get dinner.”</div>