Demitri looked scared of Logan when he said wanted them to spar, like a puppy being asked to jump off a tall building. Was Logan really that scary? Of course he had the mass of a man but that did not mean he had the heart of one.
After a moment to herself she turned as fearless, and as playful, as ever. It calmed Logan down a little, for he feared that she would have a heart attack before the sparring began.
When Demitri was ready she struck after him. A right punch straight to the face. He said he would block the punch, yes, but a part of him wanted to know how strong she was. He thought about how frail her hands seem and how sturdy his jaw was then decided against it. He simply grabbed her hand and awaited her next move. If she did decide to kick him then he would block it with no doubt; however, kicking would be hard to do with Logan's palm firmly holding Demitri's right fist.
When he had the chance he would say, "Be careful of where you punch on the face. The human fist is a little softer than one would think. The jaw, a little harder. If you aren't careful you might break your own knucles."
He would let go of her and swiftly back away. A good distance would be gained before he decided to move in to attack her. He would take two steps forward then flick his right fist in her face. This would not connect, as it was meant only to scare her into flinching. The real attack would be her gut which he would strike with his left hand.
However, as Logan would bend his shoulder, fold his fist, and prepare to deliver Demitri her first feeling of poor defense consequence, he would lessen his grip and remove his fist formation. Logan would only poke her belly, which will give her exactly no harm.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't see her hurt. No matter what he told her, his fist and fingers could never lock together to do some damage to her. Was this a sign of his weakness? If he couldn't give her the effect of tough love like his father would train him then how could he train her?
He had a softness for Demitri only, something he could not understand. Did this mean that he valued her more than he thought? Were there more to his feelings than just friendship? Those thoughts raced again. Did he lust for her? Did he love her? Or did he simply adore her? What was happening to him?
He would back away from her, and for a moment he would stare blankly at her. He would wonder about what has gotten under his skin, then wonder if the same thing had ever gotten under Demitri's. He would shake the thought off and smile at her.
"Did you blink? Sorry I couldn't tell," he would say.
After a moment to herself she turned as fearless, and as playful, as ever. It calmed Logan down a little, for he feared that she would have a heart attack before the sparring began.
When Demitri was ready she struck after him. A right punch straight to the face. He said he would block the punch, yes, but a part of him wanted to know how strong she was. He thought about how frail her hands seem and how sturdy his jaw was then decided against it. He simply grabbed her hand and awaited her next move. If she did decide to kick him then he would block it with no doubt; however, kicking would be hard to do with Logan's palm firmly holding Demitri's right fist.
When he had the chance he would say, "Be careful of where you punch on the face. The human fist is a little softer than one would think. The jaw, a little harder. If you aren't careful you might break your own knucles."
He would let go of her and swiftly back away. A good distance would be gained before he decided to move in to attack her. He would take two steps forward then flick his right fist in her face. This would not connect, as it was meant only to scare her into flinching. The real attack would be her gut which he would strike with his left hand.
However, as Logan would bend his shoulder, fold his fist, and prepare to deliver Demitri her first feeling of poor defense consequence, he would lessen his grip and remove his fist formation. Logan would only poke her belly, which will give her exactly no harm.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't see her hurt. No matter what he told her, his fist and fingers could never lock together to do some damage to her. Was this a sign of his weakness? If he couldn't give her the effect of tough love like his father would train him then how could he train her?
He had a softness for Demitri only, something he could not understand. Did this mean that he valued her more than he thought? Were there more to his feelings than just friendship? Those thoughts raced again. Did he lust for her? Did he love her? Or did he simply adore her? What was happening to him?
He would back away from her, and for a moment he would stare blankly at her. He would wonder about what has gotten under his skin, then wonder if the same thing had ever gotten under Demitri's. He would shake the thought off and smile at her.
"Did you blink? Sorry I couldn't tell," he would say.