Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge - OTA

[hunt_the_devil]

Unlike Zero, John hadn't set out further rules as to the behaviour he hoped (and possibly expected) for from his assigned team. Not to mention he was pretty sure that Jack would keep things organised around camp, seeing as he was well known for his dislike of mutants and the methods he employed to ensure he got his point across

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[slimy_droog]

Mort had to admit he liked Wraith's ability. Wraith himself was still up for debate, but the way he disappeared and reappeared was absolutely smashing. Crouched near the doorway like some kind of bridge troll, he observed the way the man practiced for several minutes before speaking up.

"Nimble prat ain't ya?" he addressed Wraith. Despite the language, Toad was actually impressed.

[hunt_the_devil]

Thankfully Wraith didn't get startled by Mort suddenly speaking, well he did actually but he managed to hide it well using the surprise that caught him off guard and forced him to teleport a little quicker across the room.

He appeared infront of Mort a moment later, a soft of half smile half look of resigned acceptance on his face. "Thank you... I think. You alright Mort?"

[slimy_droog]

Toad shrugged. "Eh. And you?"

He tried to ignore what Wraith had called him. Toad preferred Toad, and only really allowed two people to call him by any form of his first name. Eric and Freddy.

"Gettin' some practicin' in?" he asked casually. "Like to see how the two of us would suit in a little one-on-one.

Personally Toad would have liked a one-on-one of a different sort with Richter, but he would not admit that freely.

[hunt_the_devil]

"Not too bad." Stretching John glanced around the gym and shrugged. "Yeah I was practicin' but some one on one combat would be good too. Reckon you could keep me on my toes with some of your moves... I mean the way Fred sings your praises. He don;t often talk to highly of people."

John actually meant the compliment, if perhaps a little fleshed out but despite Toad being slimy (in more ways than one) John actually though the guy had a real dedication to being the best at what he was good at.

Had John known what Mort was thinking about the Mexican though he'd have pulled a face.

[slimy_droog]

Still couching, Toad arched his back and crossed his arms.

"Oh, indeed?" he replied. "Freddy always speaks bloody highly of you. If I didn' know any better I'd say he was in love with ya."

Toad lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head, giving a mean little smile.

"Issat wot it is? You the otter to his bear?"

[hunt_the_devil]

"Ah well I wouldn't worry I'm sure the big guy has room in his heart for you too."

John tried to not rise to the bait, keeping his face neutral and lips firmly sealed. Despite his urge to insult the slimy git. "Otter to his what?"

*antagonize, antagonize...*

[slimy_droog]

Damn this guy was the most patient bloke Toad had ever come across. Usually Toad could have someone ready to fight in half the time. He stood up and stepped close to Wraith.

"Bear, luv. Grizzly. Never heard the saying? Bloody disappointed I am. You the otter to his bear? The sub to his dom. The bitch to his stud. Got that impression."

*Meditative music & chimes....*

[hunt_the_devil]

John studied Toad with a mixed look of frustration, irritation, disregard and possibly a mild hint of amusement. He leant in closer to Toad, voice still deceptively calm and neutral despite the frustration and annoyance he felt at having to deal with this guy.

"Neither Fred nor I swing that way for you information but if we did I'd have replaced you in Fred's affections so easily your little, green, slime encrusted heart would have broken by now." John smiled, knowing full well that most people wouldn't expect him to be quite so devious. "But you know what? I wouldn't stop you if want to regain your place as Fred's bitch seein' how you keep gripin' on about it."

Re: *Meditative music & chimes....*

[slimy_droog]

Were it visible in his complexion, Toad would be turning very red. He gave a furious grimace which would have been comical had a fist not flown from his side and punched Wraith square in the solar plexus.

"Bloody sod!"

[hunt_the_devil]

The punch connects with his abdomen and with that Wraith teleports, appearing on the other side of the room and looking less than impressed. And yes he may well be wincing. He vanishes again and appears behind Toad landing a firm booted kick up the ass.

Well deserved too for that batter.

[slimy_droog]

The kick was hard and painful, and it sent Toad tumbling forward. He managed to roll forward and right himself, turning to face his opponent, who was already gone.

"Oh yeah, REAL impressive!" he shouted, trying to sound bored. "I might just shite meself, it's that corking mad. I fought teleporters before, an' I'll kick yer arse just like I kicked theirs!"

He looked around frantically for Wraith. Where had the fucker gone??

[hunt_the_devil]

John was still in pain, his ribs and stomach tender from the well placed punch so really he didn't feel guilty at all about sending Toad stumbling over. Teleporting around the room, John doesn't linger in one spot for long enough.

"Thought we were." Bampf "Sparrin' Toadie." Bampf "Unless I'm too." Bampf "Quick for you an' your slimey." Bampf "Scrawny." Bampf "British ass."

He didn't trust Toad one little bit so as long as he kept moving he had the upper hand till he could work out how best to kick his ass.

[slimy_droog]

Incredibly incensed by this point, Toad jerked back and forth as he heard Wraith teleport here and there throughout the room. Practically snarling, Toad unleashed his long tongue and quickly swept it around the room. Eventually he snagged something. Something struggling.

"HA!"

[hunt_the_devil]

That slimy tongue of Toad's has wrapped firmly around Wraith's ankle and the shock of the gesture has him stopping from teleporting. He yanks and struggles, trying to pull free but there isn't an give in the oozing appendage. So John leans down, wraps both hands around the tongue and promptly teleports both him and Toad across the gym.

"Gonna let me go?!"

[slimy_droog]

Toad had forgotten that once the original surprise wore off, a teleporter could simply take him on a little ride. Had his tongue been in his yapper, Toad would have let loose a string of expletives 5 feet long. For a teleporter, the journey was usually nothing, but unless someone accompanying had a lot of experience, it was hell. To Toad, he felt like his brain and stomach had switched places a few times.

When he finally managed to let go with his tongue, Toad scrambled on all fours up a wall and onto the ceiling. He did not last very long up there. He was far too dizzy and his grip on the ceiling loosened until he hit the ground. The wind was knocked out of him and he could hardly move.

[hunt_the_devil]

The fast paced teleporting has John feeling sick and reeling a little from their impromptu brawl. He's used to teleporting himself around quickly but not two people, one of which is a struggling and reluctant passenger so it is with little wonder that John is leant against the wall of the gym trying to catch his breath.

It takes him a few moments to actually feel like he can move without heaving like some heavy smoker but still he takes his time to amble over to Toad's prone form and hold out a hand.

"Truce?" It's a chance to wipe the slate clean and start again if Toad is willing to let bygones be bygones.