What’s that in the woods? Why, it’s a nondescript blonde gymnast!

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Watch the right. You favor your right when you turn.

Steph took a deep breath, and started a series of handsprings, occasionally aiming at one of the person-shaped outlines now covering a small circle of unfortunate trees. The outlines had red targets for fatal injuries, white targets for temporarily debilitating injuries, and pink targets for injuries fatal if not given immediate medical treatment.

Instead of batarangs (Spoilerangs, because she had painted them eggplant!), Steph was trying her luck with hexes. Using a weapon you didn’t immediately discard was hard to get used to.

She took a break to inspect the damage, and was happy to see that none of the red targets were hit. One of the trees was turned into a chicken, but you had to pick your battles.

((Open RP! Feel free to train/spar/bug/go chicken hunting with Steph.))

Comments

[terrorofme.livejournal.com]

"It happens where I come from too, actually. I've just never had any abilities to change." Hopefully this didn't mean he'd go insane if they ever disappeared.

"It's absolutely still good. I'd get bored if I only had academics to hold my interest." He laughed. "And believe me, there's nothing worse than a bored vigilante with unrestricted access to sharp things."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Do you find that your hair and breast size change on a regular basis? And no one around you ever seems to notice?

"Oh, I believe you. Don't carry a spoilerbatarang around in my pocket for nothing. When do we start?" Without giving him a moment to answer, she asked: "Can it be now? I’m in workout clothes and everything. And there’s a chicken witness, which has got to be luck."

[terrorofme.livejournal.com]

"Sounds Asian." She was enthusiastic, which was a good thing. Meant she'd be paying attention. "Now is good, sure." He never wore anything that would bind him up too badly in a fight, and when in plainclothes tended to carry at least one rubber band in a pocket.

While he used that to pull his hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face, he said, "You said you were acrobatic, right? So let's start with you showing off a little, to let me see where you are."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I can show off." She flipped over to a couple trees, and propelled herself by jumping from trunk to trunk until she reached their branches. She picked three branches to treat as uneven bars, handstanding and doubling-back to her heart's content.

When Steph dismounted, she landed right in from of Manticore (which was admittedly a far riskier move than she would have tried without the no kill spell). "Ta-Daa?" She did tentative Jazz Hands, waiting for his assessment.

[terrorofme.livejournal.com]

Lucky her, he'd been able to tell from her trajectory that she'd miss. "Pretty good, especially if you haven't had any formal training." Shoes off, socks only. Shoes were a little too solid - there shouldn't be contact in this kind of lesson, but just in case, socked feet would be less injury-inducing. Also, less stiff to work in. "The trick with this style is that every acrobatic trick you know is a kick, a feint, or a dodge. Your hands and arms are used for movement and to break your eyeline. You will look like a drunk breakdancer."

The 'drunk breakdancer' was usually the dealbreaker.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph copied Justin, glad that she remembered to wear socks today. They were fuzzy eggplant coloured socks, but socks nonetheless!

"Okay. That's what I mostly use them for anyway. And ‘drunk breakdancer’ is just icing on the cake!" Steph could only wish that her dancing abilities would someday measure up to that of a drunk breakdancer. As it was, her 'robot' was known to cause bodily harm.