Im not bitter

Xander mused about yesterday as he strummed his guitar and hummed along to 'Little Red Corvette'. Couldnt be too loud or his hung over parents would wake up and make his life hell. Despite the new talent he could display just the fact he was making noise would make them angry.

Yesterday was, quite possibly, one of the worst days of his life. Most demeaning certainly. Being **** to dress up in drag for a bunch of jock douchebags... it galled him. He had gone there to be the hero and he had ended up the comedy relief, the punching bag for dude bros. And he had recieved no thanks from all involved for suffering those indignaties.

Why couldnt he be the hero?

Because he was just a regular guy. And a regular guy fighting against a whole frat of angry jocks? Yeah, right. Never going to happen. He was not Bruce Lee with super strength clobbering a whole gang of henchmen.

Xander stopped strumming his guitar. His eyes unbidden drifted to the magic marker. There was nothing saying he had to be regular old Xander Harris. He uncapped the Magic Marker and put it to his chest.

KNOWS MORE MARTIAL ARTS THEN BRUCE LEE

Xander set the Magic Marker down as his brain expanded in new directions. Woozily Xander braced his hands on his knees and just stared at his hands as his brain assimilated knowledge. He feintly acknowledged that the body wasnt trained to do what his brain now understood. He was going to have to practice in order to use what he knew. Build up his skill and the calluses that came with breaking boards, his mind overlaying Bruce Lee's callused knuckles over his own regular knuckles.

With a chuff of air he realized that if he was forcing himself to learn necessary skills he shouldnt stop at just martial arts. The day would come when a bad guy decided to weaponize from modern conflicts and Buffy wasnt prepared to fight guns, bombs and other new fangled weapons.

HAS MILITARY TRAINING ON PAR WITH THE BEST SPECIAL FORCES ON EARTH

Xander watched the ink disperse into his chest as his brain once again expanded in new ways. Both knowledge dumps left him suddenly feeling like a G.I. Joe, he just couldn't decide if he was more Snake Eyes or Quick Kick. Probably Quick Kick what with his motor mouth.

All of this new knowledge was great and would surely be helpful once he had it engrained into his reflexes and was properly armed. But right now? Today? Nothing. What could he do that would have obvious results now, today?

AS STRONG, FAST AND TOUGH AS THE SLAYER

Xander capped the Magic Marker as he watched the ink sink into his skin and disperse. He didnt feel any different, no sudden rush of power. So he decided to test himself.

Getting off his bed he sat down on his floor and decided to try a Bruce Lee favorite. He braced his arms, palms flat on the ground and lifted his body up then tensing his muscles he pulled his legs up off the ground and held them up into Bruce Lee's famous V sit up.

He didnt feel any strain, he didnt feel even a tremble in his core as he held the V. Deciding to push this test of super strength Xander barely exerted himself as he tensed his fingers and moved from using his palms to brace himself to using his fingertips to brace himself. Again he held himself in the V for at least a minute and felt no struggle, his body wasnt even trying, it was handling the strain like it was barely an inconvenience. Deciding to push it to the **** Xander went from using all ten fingers to just using his index fingers to hold his body up. After a minute of continuing to hold the V Xander was kind of over the whole thing.

Letting himself down Xander chuckled at the feat of strength he'd just exhibited. "Superpowers. Lets see how the Vamps like me now."