<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c8/a3/94/c8a394cac351dfeb03d30cbafa6f6859.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>James Proudstar - Warpath<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Danger Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>blue t-shirt, jeans and boots<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nevan, open<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Workout time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>James found himself studying Nevan and had he been a woman this might be more than a simple training session, but he stepped into range and just waited.  He wanted to assess his skill.  He could see the redness in his pale cheeks.  He smirked but he saw him plant, he was going to throw a punch, it was telegraphed at least to him.  It wasn't sure but he did see him look down at his groin and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrow at the glance.  He was sure his large size alone gave most people ideas, but his skill was the question now, not his physique.<br/><br/>He was not a complete novice so that gave James something to work with at least.  When the punch came it was like it was moving in slow motion at least for James, he had calculated about 20 different ways to counter, what that counter would lead too and how much force the counter-attack would cause even the psychological damage it would cause along with what to do after that.  He was a true fighter, he had his hands up quickly and batted the fist away much as a traditional teacher would do to a wayward student.<br/><br/>"You need to see yourself hitting me!  Don't worry about hurting me, just hit through me, find your rhythm and follow through and cover."  He was sure he was giving several instructions but soon his words would become second nature as long as they trained together.<br/>