Logan's training regime

"Motherfucker!" Logan exclaimed after having his ass thoroughly handed to him from one of the three martial arts instructors that he had tasked General Hall with selecting as training partners.

"Only on occasion." The ironically named Staff Sergeant Payne quickly retorted.

"You have terrible movement Mr. Rampert," another instructor offered. "You can't move forward in a straight line without adjusting your head. You have to change levels or sway."

"And you need to circle more when you're not advancing." the last instructor offered.

"Nah I think he likes getting his chest push kicked in." SSgt Payne remarked. "Lord knows I enjoy doing it."

Logan dusted himself off.

"Enjoy it while you can Payne." Logan remarked after returning to an orthodox combat stance.

*Why not destroy this human?* Fracture probed.

(It doesn't do me any good to be fast, strong, and tough if I can't use it properly.)

*Still, this creature is beneath us. We could dominate his mind.*

(To what end? With him being free of our influence, we are not able to predict his movements. This is the better way.)

Logan and SSgt Payne closed the short distance between them. Logan circled to his left, away from his opponents dominant side. He tried to set a rhythm for his head to sway. Left to right in a figure eight. The two sparring partners exchanged a few probing jabs. SSgt Payne nearly scored an overhand right after parrying Logan's jab.

Logan noticed that Payne was blocking and countering his left hand jabs with increased confidence. Logan decided to use that confidence against him and launched a lazy left hook. Once he saw Payne react, he quickly pulled the punch back. With Payne's defending arm out of position, Logan quickly switched his feet and launched a powerful round kick aimed at his opponent's midsection.

Logan's satisfaction was rapidly cut short as Payne's left hand circled around to catch Logan by the calf. The more experienced SSgt struck Logan in the throat with an open palm while sweeping his remaining leg out from under his opponent.

Logan fell to his back unable to breath and with no bearing on where he was. He rolled to his side to cover his head. He felt Payne straddle him and begin to pepper him with punches. During the onslaught Payne managed to grab Logan's arm and place it into a painful shoulderlock.

"That's enough SSgt." One of the other instructors called. The rules were set up so that the combatants could not quit. The fight had to be stopped by one of the two instructors standing by.

"Ow, fuck you." Logan grumbled.

"Nah, I'm more of a single mother kind of guy." Payne said cheekily. "On a more serious note, you are improving. That feint would work on most people."

"No, I think I'm done for the day. Plus I have to get back to the club."

"Alright Logan." SSgt Payne gave Logan a firm handshake. "Bring your A game tomorrow."

"Sure thing boss. Y'all take it easy."