5th Hand ♠ [Accidental Video]
[Well, after getting the hell beat out of him by a certain green man who will remain anonymous if Six chooses to remain anonymous, Remy has certainly picked up on his training. Didn't have the Danger Room anymore. Didn't have Wolverine and the others. Didn't have New Orleans. This was all on him now.]
[So, his trench coat was draped over a low branch while Remy worked on his savate in the Southern forest, his bo-staff in hand and whipping around just as quickly as he moves. The ends had long since blurred into one motion of silver by how fast he started to move about.]
[And then they turned a little whiter...]
[And then they turned a little pinker...]
[He brought the staff down on his imaginary enemy, a magenta pulse rolling through the ground, blasting rocks from the ground and a couple of nearby trees out of some of their roots. Obviously, he looked up in surprise, panting from the workout. That certainly wasn't intended...]
[... Remy straightens up... then eventually walks close to his jacket, not noticing the camera, but stripping one of the branches of its leaves. A bright, purple fire flared to life in his hand... and he smiled.]
Ville n'est si mauvais pas apres tout...
[He threw the glowing leaves to the air, watching them blow up like fireworks.]
[So, his trench coat was draped over a low branch while Remy worked on his savate in the Southern forest, his bo-staff in hand and whipping around just as quickly as he moves. The ends had long since blurred into one motion of silver by how fast he started to move about.]
[And then they turned a little whiter...]
[And then they turned a little pinker...]
[He brought the staff down on his imaginary enemy, a magenta pulse rolling through the ground, blasting rocks from the ground and a couple of nearby trees out of some of their roots. Obviously, he looked up in surprise, panting from the workout. That certainly wasn't intended...]
[... Remy straightens up... then eventually walks close to his jacket, not noticing the camera, but stripping one of the branches of its leaves. A bright, purple fire flared to life in his hand... and he smiled.]
Ville n'est si mauvais pas apres tout...
[He threw the glowing leaves to the air, watching them blow up like fireworks.]