Nyx and Logan
Nyx backflipped and surveyed Logan, sweat rolling down her face. Damn, but he was good. He'd even nicked her in places, and he was taking Scott's advice from last night way too seriously. Damn Dawnie for telling him she healed quick! That had been the signal for no holds barred on his part.
Logan grinned, claws glinting in the illumination from the overhead lights. Her hair was plastered to the sides of her face, and the bodysuit she'd borrowed to spar in was ripped in places. Granted, his was too. She had a weird style, but...it gave him a good work out. And she hadn't even had any coffee.
"Ya gonna stare at me all day, or we gonna spar?" Nyx broke the near silence. Logan's grin grew wider.
"The chit's right. It gets bloody boring watching you two stare at each other," Spike offered lazily from his seated position. Their heads swivelled; they'd almost forgotten their non-living spectator.
"Shut up, Spike," Nyx said, eyes back on Logan. Her claws slid out and she leapt at his chest. He dodged and caught her hands, one foot coming up to kick her in the stomach. She took it, and then ran up his chest, flipping over neatly as she twisted her wrists out of his hands and kicking him in the face. Logan stumbled back a few steps, and then swung his hand around. The long metal claws caught her under her ribs and Nyx went flying, long strips peeling away from the black bodysuit. She hit the ground hard.
"You alright?" Logan asked worriedly as he came over to her side, notocing her closed eyes with concern. Her feet came up under his ribs and sent him skittering away on the floor towards the wall as her eyes flicked open.
"Just peachy, handsome."
"Glad to hear it," Logan said dryly.
"You fell for that? I can't belive you fell for that! That's one of the oldest tricks in the book!" Spike was howling with laughter.
"I wrote the book, so yes, it is rather old," Nyx commented as she got to her feet and Logan did the same. "Ready for another round, you sexy thing?"
"Why don't you just trip him into bed and be done with it?" Spike inquired lazily.
"I will. Sometime." Nyx settled into the cat stance, and flicked her hand at Logan in a 'come on then' gesture. "Maybe later." Logan ignored the byplay between the two, and attacked. Soon, the room resounded with the sound of fighting, muffled curses, gasps, thuds, etc.
Storm
Storm heard Logan and Nyx sparring and she decided to have a look. After all, the only way to help herself overcome her fears was to confront them.
She quietly slipped through the door, careful not to draw any attention to herself. She stood in the doorway for a second, watching Logan, then she sat down, making sure she was away from the others in the room.
Sitting down, she wondered why her heart was beating so quickly. Storm hid her face under her hair, trying to calm down. She succeeded in slowing her breathing and her heartbeat returned to almost normal, then she began to watch the sparring again.
Nyx and Logan
Nyx flipped Logan onto his back, and then straddled his hips, grinning and showing off her sharp teeth. "Aw, all fallen down, sexy?"
"Well, maybe." Logan bucked his hips and rolled her over, so he was the one in control. She pouted.
"Aw, you're no fun."
"I can be plenty of fun."
"The two of you should just shag and get it over with!" Spike called out. They both glared at him, and got to their feet slowly. They shred one thing in common, they were both proud predators. Spike's eyes widened almost comically as they stalked over to him. "I was just joking!" He got to his feet and backed away slightly.
"Act your age, Spike." Nyx ran her tongue over her lips. "And take your beating like a man." She sprang, calws oiutstretched and sent Spike crashing to the floor. Logan watched Nyx start beating Spike into the floor, and then the vampire sent her flying again. Logan jumped in and the three foght each other, alliancxes building up then just as quickly dissolving.
Mordred, Vortigern, Nyx and Sabre
"That's Vort's thing," Mordred offered as he sank onto the bed beside his twin. "God, I'm knackered. I haven't done that much jumping, ever." He rubbed a hand over his eyes, hollows starting to show under them.
"So, what we're thinking is...this is a haven for mutants, right?" Vortigern clasped his hands together nervously.
Jean nodded. "Yes."
"So...what do we have to do to stay here?" Vortigern clearly enunicated. Mordred's eyes were wary as he looked up.
You have got to be kidding me! Look at her, look at them. Like they don't have enough to handle. I can skip us out of here... Mordred's head drifted forward, and then snapped back up. Vortigern smiled wryly.
"Wolf, you couldn't 'port your way out of a paperbag at the moment. And I'm no great shakes either."
"Shoulda let me get hit," Mordred mumbled. "I can take it."
We'll discuss this later when there aren't listening ears. Vortigern glanced meaningfully at Jean, who almost blushed. "But I think the arguement stops here."
"Whatever. You wait." Mordred leaned his head against Vortigern's shoulder, face whitening as the overuse of his powers caught up with him. "Bloody hell. I've never felt this bad after 'porting."
"Chalk it down to emotional stress," Vortigern said lightly.
"Well, if Xavier doesn't want to keep you, I will!" Nyx announced cheerfully. Spike snorted back a laugh as Mordred slowly lifted hie head, fury clear in his blue eyes. "You're just so cute, sweetie."
"Mordred. My name is *Mordred*."
"Whatever, darling boy," Nyx said laughingly. He glared at her.
"Niss, don't tease t' lad oermuch," Sabre chided. "He just saw his twin get shot."
"Yeah, but he'll be all better in a few days. Me and Dawnie took care of that, didn't we Dawnie?"
Dawn
Dawn stretched as she stood up. "Yep, sure did. Just don't get shot again soon. Little wounds I can heal easy, but the big one, like bringing you back from the edge there? Those take so much, and with too many big healings like that, Janusz requires something in return, and sacrifing virgins is so not my style." Dawn grinned. "Nyx? Leet's go to Starbucks, I need a caffeine boost."