[center][h3][color=#4169e1]Jasper Simmons[/color][/h3][/center]
As he was collecting the last of his arrows again from the center target, a machete cut through the air, burying itself in bullseye of the target beside him. Startled, Jasper fumbled his arrows, sliding all but one into his quiver. He turned on the spot, arrow notched on his bow, ready for an attack. There was none, of course - it was Ava. Relaxing considerably, he tucked the arrow away, arms falling to his sides as she approached. Honestly, he should've been paying more attention to his surroundings. He was fortunate that she wasn't some wayward villain, seeing as being the only one outside would have made him the first line of defense.

[color=9e0039]"Hey there,"[/color] she coolly greeted with a devilish smile for her antic to surprise him, walking over to the target to retrieve her machete. [color=9e0039]"How is it going?"[/color]

[color=#4169e1]"Well enough. I've still got 15 minutes of training."[/color] His response was accompanied by an amused smile of his own, and he slung his bow over his shoulder. [color=#4169e1]"I didn't know you could throw large blades like that,"[/color] he complimented.

Jasper trusted that Ava would understand his need to train every day, being without powers herself. They were two ordinary people surrounded by supers of all shapes and sizes; at the very least, the villains were varied between super and ordinary. As Predator had told him, though, being an ordinary person 'fighting the good fight' made him just as extraordinary as anyone with powers. It wasn't the abilities that made a hero, but the choices they made. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed when it came to the rest of his team.

[color=#4169e1]"How's your morning?"[/color] Jasper asked, leaning casually against the nearest target.