<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/d9e15ey.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bishop, Blackout, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Fun and games.<br/><hr/><br/>"Ruder men than you get a special touch, Bish'," Rogue replied to his comment with a smart-ass quip. Not that she particularly enjoyed using her powers in a fight or self-defense, but if it came down to it, she's deal with a bit of a messed up head over getting messed up. The fact that her accent almost made it sound like she called him a 'bitch' though was just a happy accident of the moment. After all, a real fight wouldn't see them so crippled and outmatched. To her it just looked like an excuse for an authority figure to throw their weight around--but she at least knew enough to know that if she started to call him G.I. Joe things would end very badly for her.<br/><br/>Still, the temptation was there.<br/><br/>As her fist hit the muscle of his thigh, she was already moving to try and get away from an expected counter. She couldn't move that fast, though, and grunted as he shoulder-checked her. Stumbling back a few steps, she looked up just in time to see her partner announce an attack and go for a wall-jump kick. Nice move, she though, though it would have been nicer to not give him any warning it was coming. But assuming that Bishop would be distracted by the tiny, if attractive, girl kicking at his head she pushed forward again, and again went in low, kick sweeping it at the side of his knee. Dirty, and potentially crippling if it was on anyone other than a veritable Goliath, but a girl has to do what a girl has to do.