<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>Arriving for another day of fun and games.<br/><hr/><br/>Sparring?<br/><br/>"Well...This is gonna hurt..." Rogue muttered, sighing as she looked from Bishop, to her new partner, and back to Bishop. The man was about a good foot taller than her, and if she had to guess, at least one-hundred pounds on her. If not more--in fact, he probably had a good bit more than that on her. He was the kind of person she was supposed to avoid in a fist fight. That lesson she had learned in sparring with Creed. The savage Sabertooth was stronger than her, and faster than her. She could out think him, but, typically a fight with someone bigger and stronger was a lost one if there wasn't something to exploit. And with powers not allowed, those options were limited.<br/><br/>No restrictions on fighting technique left some doors open. Eyes and throat were vulnerable, she thought, hearing Mystique's voice in her head. Crotch shots were always effective on men, if the military hadn't left Bishop blue-balled to the point those had fallen off. Things wouldn't be fun, but, Rogue was confident that she could keep up with Bishop.<br/><br/>Not win. Just keep up.<br/><br/>As Blackout moved to one side, Rogue shifted to the other. The alley was unfortunately narrow enough that a single opponent of Bishop's stature was in a better advantage than the two of them, but...What could you do? Figuring of the two though, she had the more experience, Rogue rolled her shoulders and cracked her knuckles.<br/><br/>"Well, just remember, it's rude t' hit a lady, Bishop," Rogue taunted, and rushed at him. Several paces away from him she stopped, skidding a foot along the ground, to kick up dirt and dust and stone bits from the alley ground up at his face. Following in behind it, she took the best shot she had considering their height difference, and simply went for a low uppercut below the belt, a gloved hand tightening in a fist and swinging up between his legs. Distract high, go low...It could work, right?