Logan's Weapon & Training Rooms

Upon entering the room for the first time, Logan observed the delicate wiring inlayed upon the walls, his muscles alternately contracting and relaxing in the cold air as he adjusted. He wandered the walls, pressing his fingers lightly against the thin, durable plexiglass that kept him separated from the wiring and anything damaging; it all seemed well guarded against breaking, melting, or any other sort of damage he might cause. The floor was slick and cold under his bare feet, and he paused as he finally reached the opposite wall. Satisfied with the room's current state, he turned back to Osamu and tossed the towel from his neck onto the floor.
"I'd rather not use a weapon in here, seeing as how I haven't tested this place out before today. A hand-to-hand melee spar would do me much more good regardless. I assume that will be satisfactory for you?"

*he smiles and nods*
That will be fine Logan

Finding himself what he felt was a suitable distance, he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, steam filling the icy room from floor to ceiling. Using it as a form of smoke screen, predictable though it was, he advanced quickly through it without a sound, feinting a shot at Osamu's chin with his left fist. His right hand, however, was propelled forward in a shot towards his opponent's solar plexus. Not a single movement he made emitted any form of noise.

*standing there it doesnt move... then burst in some sparks as Os Appears behind Logan kicking him right in the spine*
Nice idea!

"It's even better," he grunted, taking the hit well and using the propulsion to set himself into a one-handed stand, "When it works. We're just beginning."
As he spoke, he pressed and released, springing into an arch which carried him into an upright position. Cracking his back with the motion, a grim smile set in on his face as he faced his opponent. Moving with the ease and fluidity of a predator, he advanced quickly, turning at the last second so that his back brushed Osamu's chest, his shoulder under his chin. With a sharp upward shrug, he cracked bone against bone and elbowed the halfbreed in the collarbone.

*as logan moves foreword he hold his arm up, and from the training with mael he could move fast enough to hold his hand up to catch his shoulder, as well moving back a little so not to be hit in the collar bone, but his hand pops a little, like the knuckles cracked. He smiles*
This will be fun, I have not had a challenge in a long time.
*he speaks as he quickly turns Logan around, moving his hands behind his head. and Jumping up using both knees to hit him in the jaw as he pull logan down*

Caught in the bind, but not immobilized, Logan grabbed Osamu's advancing knees to halt their advance and rammed his head into his opponent's gut, for lack of a better move at the time. Their combined momentum carried them forward into the smooth wall, not far behind Osamu, and he exhaled calmly through the shockwave.
Stun duration: thirty seconds at most. Move quickly.Immediately, he continued to cup Osamu's legs behind the knees with one arm, dropping the other to emply another open-palmed thrust at his solarplexus, this time accompanied with a burst of fire. Simultaneously, he broke free of the vampire's grip on his neck by pulling his neck sharply backwards, concealing his wince at the momentary pain. He had yet to waste further time on words, but the smirk on his face was a clear indication of his enjoyment thus far.

*since hit in the gut, he had about 10 seconds of stun. but, before he could recover he was hit and with that hit knocked to the ground*
*he coughs*
interesting effect... never had it done on me.
*he stands and wavers a little, before getting a firm stance, a smirk on his face*
I will enjoy this
*he stands in his stance awaiting Logans next move*

Rubbing his neck, Logan rolled his shoulders back with a single, melodic laugh.
"It's been awhile since I've had a challenge as well, Osamu. I'm quite enjoying myself." Pressing his hands together, he stretched out his arms and nodded to the scorch on his stomach. "In regards to that, it's a little trick I call Solar Flare. Fun, isn't it?" He spoke with a light tone, stepping towards Osamu with a simple forward feint--a single punch.
As it should have connected with Osamu's shoulder, he altered the strike into a downward motion that carried him into yet another hand-stand. The backs of his shins came down hard on Osamu's shoulders, Logan's ankles locking behind his head in a modified version of the hold he had once put on the very werewolf who now attacked him. His palms flat on the ground, he twisted with his feet, the resulting torque thrusting Osamu to the side with a wrench at his neck and carrying Logan to a standing position again.

*he is thrown and he laughs as he stands again Poping his neck*
same, Nice combo too, but lets how ou like mine. (xDD he just takes it)
*as logan stands Os's hands light on fire, and of sweep kicks Logan and before he falls Os takes both hands and uses an open palm hit to logans Gut.*

Muffling a curse, Logan grimaced as he took the hit. It wasn't the heat that bothered him, so much as the fact that he'd lost his balance and his air. Gritting his teeth, he righted himself quickly, performing an identical sweep kick to Os and following it with an upwards diagonal kick that, if the sweep was taken, was aimed to connect with his opponent's chin or cheek, and if it had not, was then aimed to connect with his ribs, executed with enough power to fracture a bone.
"You're good," he grunted, "I'm surprised you took my hit that well."

*as the sweep kick comes to him, he jumps dodging, but still hit in the ribs, he goes up a little higher, and then comes back down hitting right Logans left shoulder, dislocating it if it hits.*
Your not so bad yourself!

Taking the hit like the battler he was, Logan skidded only a bit, a growl reverberating in his throat at the pain. Resisting the urge to immediately fix his injury, he took a moment to grab Osamu's leg and jerk on the ankle so that his opponent was tugged forcefully close to him. When he was within reach, Logan's good hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him down to the floor. That done--all within the span of no more than forty seconds--he released him and stood back, popping his shoulder into place with no more than a grimace.
"Tsss," he hissed, "That smarts."

*as he is slamed, before Logan can move away, though feeling like he is choking, os uses the momentum, and kicks logan over him and reverses it so os is above him, and he stands quickly dropping an Ax Kick down on Logan*

Stunned by the blow and in considerable pain, Logan rolls away from the kick and struggles to his feet, holding his injured shoulder. Breathing a bit raggedly, a low chuckle rumbled in his throat.
I don't think I've enjoyed fighting a vampire this much, he thought silently, without killing him in the end.
"Well," he remarked at last, taking a stance and gesturing for Os to come at him, "Let's see how much more you have in you."

*he pops his neck and holds his finger up*
im a little hot
*he removes his shirt showing what he looked like under his shirt, his skin glistening from sweat, his tribal tatoos up his arms and on his chest/back*
I will tell you what these are for after this
*as well he has many scars on his very athletic body, and a noticeable bite mark on his neck
*he smiles*
thats better.
*he runs at Logan and jumps using both feet and kicks him in the chest(a herculean kick)*

With his palms out, Logan caught the kick and skidded, Osamu's ankles locked in a tight grip. Sweat beaded across his own forehead, the white scars along his tan skin glistening like a rain-coated spiderweb. His scarlet eyes gleamed with amusement, though the smirk on his face was lacking in the same emotion.
"Only a little? I'm much hotter."
With a quick snap of one arm over the other and a sharp kick upwards towards Osamu's knees, Logan attempted to injure one, if not both, of his opponent's legs--either by twisting the ankles, breaking them, or shattering his kneecaps.
"And I look forward to it."
No point in explaining where my little markings came from. It's all to obvious.

*he laughs*
nah everyone knows im the hottest
*he burst into sparks, and out of nowhere, os drops a kick straight into logans kneecaps, and there is flames around his leg as he kicks, as it hits(or not) he jumps back fliping and landing on his feet ready for anything*

Releasing the clone upon it's combustion, he leapt back nimbly to avoid the next shot, exhaling a large cloud of steam, his temperature--raised even higher due to his high activity level--causing the cloud to fill the room even quicker than before, a thicker cover than before. His movements through the steam were, as always, silent. He scented for any further clones, noting that the previous fiew had, albeit smelling like the original, carried a distinct scent of burnt cinders. Upon reaching the back of the real Osamu, Logan perform an action similar to his "Solar Flare," and slammed an open palm up into a bundle of nerves at the base of Osamu's neck.

*noting Logans scent as he went to open palm os did his own version of it, his fist glowing with blue flames, he turns around punching, meeting Logans attack, and the flames seem to fight as the hands meet*
You really are quick

"Thank you; you're no slug either." As he spoke, he clasped his open palm around Osamu's hand, maintaining the flames only for comfort, and shook his hand. "I don't think I've had that much fun fighting a vampire without killing him, Osamu," he said, blunt as ever, "And thank you."
It was the first sign of respect he'd shown the vampire halfbreed, and a rare sight indeed. As he let go of his hand, he rolled his shoulders back and wiped his forehead, inspecting his chest and laughing a bit, marveled that he hadn't even bled yet.
And I half expected to be sweating blood...

*he smiles and pops his shoulder and looks at him*
I told you that i would tell you what my tattoos are.

*he popped his neck and the tattoos glowed a light blue*
you just trained with the Chieftain of the tribal networks Logan

*he looks at him*
and I must say, you are welcome in my home any time.

With a faint laugh, half interested and half reflex, Logan wandered back to his discarded towel and retrieved it, dabbing at the sweat pooled on his skin and the dull bruises beginning to congeal under his warmly toned skin.
"Is that so?" he asked calmly, entering a code from the original Hunter's base to boot the air conditioner in the training room again. "I'm honored. And you, Osamu, just trained with a Hunter who specializes in taking down vampires and demons. Congratulations."
Leaning against the wall, he faced Osamu once more and slipped down to the floor, one knee pulled to his chest and the other leg stretched out languidly. He combed his fingers through his hair and exhaled a short cloud of steam--no longer a cover, but a mere result of his biological make up.

*he smiles and sits down cross-legged*
This was a very...eventful day. I hope you trust me a little more now.