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Ever since the first incident, Alex had been keeping his tomahawk on his hip for every training session. He had also been logging in more than a few hours with the danger room in his free time. He did grab "The Art Of War" On the first day and had been drilled on the lessons by storm. Moral Law, Heaven, Earth, Commander, Discipline. Five fingers to make a striking fist or a guiding hand. This was a lesson to add to his preparation mentality. 

Moral law, laws of the land and rules of engagement as well as the people who support the ruler. Heaven is the seasons and the weather with lighting as well as direction of the sun. Earth is the environment around you as well as the distance between you and your enemy, the ground beneath you with the walls and objects beside you to use to your advantage or negate from their advantage. Commander was the reflection of wisdom of the enemy, sincerity in their belief of their actions, benevolence in their discipline, courage against all opposition and strictness in their expectations. Discipline was the ability to dole out commands then trust in others ability to follow through and adjust as needed to accomplish the orders given. 

Breathe, count to five. Morals, fighting a rendition of yourself. Heaven, closed roof with calm internal temperature and overhead lighting. Earth, mats, climbing rope, bleacher, basketball hoops on either side ten feet off the ground secured to the walls enemies and each other. Commander, Absolute. Discipline, overly focused.

The Robo-Hawk came at Alex in full force with thumbs aimed for his eyes. He grabbed at the wrists and was horrified at the power he was facing off against. He had never dealt with someone else of his power level except for that one time the Russian slapped him on the back, even the lizard from a few days ago wasn't as strong as this robotic rival who had no mental limiter to pull punches. Blinding gouges became a gash on the forehead as he fell back and dropped to a crouch while curling feet then planting on its belly before kicking off with [b]ALL[/b] his strength. 

[color=aba000]"Buddy-up, switch partners. We are a team, we are alway a team. We fight our demons together!"[/color]

He had hoped to slam the robot into the wall but it twisted about in the air as expertly as [u]he[/u] would to land in a crouch on top of the basketball frame. This not only had his strength, but speed and agility as well. All with its lack of his morals or limits.

[color=aba000]~Ah crap!~[/color]

Alex's tomahawk was in his hand as it leapt into the air, only for the droid to form one in its hand as well as it was coming down with its full force. He dropped back into a roll as the hatchet was buried as deep as it would go where he was once standing. Alex used the crouch from the roll to coil and spring himself back to safety as it pressed on. He couldn't run forever so he had to switch to offensive. 

Crouched down at the edge of the mats, his greyscale came at him again just for him to throw the topmost mat up to break line of sight  and threw himself up behind it, he axe came down for split the stuffing and that is when he hooked his own hatched behind its hammerhead. His right arm was on the hachet as his left arm rested above to protect his face, when he pulled back with his right arm he slammed forward with his left, using the full force of both directions to put his whole upper body into the strike. The hit connected with the replicated face and the force was enough to rip the weapon out of the others hands to fly up and sever one of the hanging lights to fall with a crash near one of the students.

The Powahatan powerhouse was probably the only one here with a black belt worth of training, but this was his first fight against someone where his new powers meant nothing. As the arm strike to the face connected, android arms wrapped around his as it began the textbook shoulder throw. He barely managed to twist his arm against type to put the crook of his elbow into its shoulder, it would tweak his shoulder but it was better than shattering his humorous. 

As he went flying overhead he used the momentum to his advantage as he went with the throw, As Mr. Pierce had shown them, to not only mitigate the fall damage as well as bring himself around to hook the hatchet into the others belt and pull himself in closer. This would not only severely adjust the center of gravity, but it also reversed the throw into his own as its head would now come crashing down. End over end the two rolled as this became a matter of grappling checks.

Lock, strike, grasp, counter, release, reverse, strike, throw. The two sprang up again with clearly forming bruises and more than a few cuts. It grew a new hatchet and came in again as Alex switched hands to mirror himself. 

Its left handed chop was met with his right elbow to its knuckles but the wrist continued to drop as it could still function to catch his right arm and slice the edge down his radial artery. He screamed as it lifted the skin but did not hook his hose. Dropping the axe, he caught it with is free left hand in a reverse grip and brought it in a killing backhand to cut out its jugular. The backhand was blocked by its right palm strike to his ulnar bone and he stabbed down with the top into its right kneecap which forced it to buckle down and he brought his arm back up again hooking the jawbone under the beard of the ax. 

It punched under his ribs into he soft meat to keep him from tearing its head off and so he brought the hammer head down on the crook of its elbow to diffuse he power of the strike then brought the arm into a weak backhand to cut out its right eye just as its own axe stopped inches from under his right arm near the ribcage as it shut down.

Alex's arm was bleeding like a sieve As he dropped to a squat and tore up his already ruined shirt to make an emergency tourniquet to stop the bleeding. He bit down on the cloth as he pulled to tighten it to the point of purple as he did not know the severity of the wound. This gave him jus a moment to try and slow his breathing and in turn his heart rate  to see how everyone else was doing.

[color=aba000]"Danny! I don't suppose you have any horsetail plants to grow, do you?"[/color] The plant in question is a natural anti-inflammatory, antibacterial, antimicrobial, antioxidant, coagulant and more. He hadn't had a chance to sit down with him to discuss all the possibilities of having their own medicinal herb garden.