<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://jawbreaker.nyc/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/JDW6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 2nd, 3:00 PM<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blackout, Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Training<br/><hr/><br/>As Bishop collided roughly with Rogue and sent the girl stumbling he saw, and heard, Blackout leaping from the wall. Knowing he couldn't fully dodge her attack he instead twisted his torso a little. Instead of colliding with his head she had her foot dead on track to hit his shoulder. He then had a split second decision to counter-attack Blackout or defend against Rogue's second effort. He opted to try for a little of both, bracing his entire body for both girl's impacts to land. As he had the half second of respite he advised Blackout mid-training.<br/><br/><strong>"No call outs, Blackout"</strong><br/><br/>As if to illustrate his point he utilised the momentum from turning his body into a punch. The strike had a great deal of his weight, and therefore strength and power, behind it. It was well on track to connect with Blackout's thigh as she hit his shoulder, aiming to knock her into the wall. But moving like this meant that he had consigned to at least taking some impact from both of the girls.<br/><br/>Blackout's foot connecting with his shoulder caused him to let out a heavy grunt, dropping his shoulder down slightly and lessening the momentum of his own punch. She had landed the hit well, getting a good deal of impact, and if he was closer to the same size as her it could have done some real harm. As it was she lacked the strength to injure him in such a resilient place while tensed. Meanwhile Rogue's string of cheap shots continued. The girl knew how to handle a real fight, and he could respect that. Better to take an unsportsmanlike win than an untimely death. Her foot connected with his knee hard, and there was only so much he could do to brace for it. Fortunately his sheer weight and tensed legs prevented him from coming close to actually falling, and the sturdiness of the target would likely cause at least some harm to Rogue's own foot and lower leg. But that was mainly because she had certainly hit him hard. Grunting again he felt a jolt of pain up his thigh. Not a real wound, or anything debilitating, but certainly an impact. Once again on an even playing field she'd have had a great effect. As he continued into the punch he grit his teeth and praised the two.<br/><br/><strong>"Good hits, keep 'em comin'"</strong><br/>