She waddles after the bacon, her arms stretched out in front of her. "Mine, mine, mine, mine." she chants as she she moves a whole lot faster than anyone would have guessed she could. 

He stood there, mustard in his hair with the sandwich strewn about the ground beneath him. He still couldn't wrap his head around this place. Jennie waddled after Bacon, Kate wanted to fight him and had to do it blindfolded, Mercedes seemed half as lost as he did, and Sensei himself seemed...

Thomas shook his head, releasing thoughts and wiped his face off and ran a napkin over his head to get the mustard out of his hair. "Instead o' blindfolded..." he silently moved from where he'd been standing so Kate wouldn't pinpoint him. He knew she was a masterful shot, which meant skills were honed even for hand to hand... "Maybe we can use teh fat suits an' do that sumo wrestlin' shite?"

He moved across the room to stand by Mercedes after he finished. Kate may have been given permission to spar with him, but he most assuredly had not accepted. He couldn't swing at Kate... Whether she'd beat him or not, it just seemed like a BAD idea over all. Nothing doing with being a girl, she was his boss. It was loose/loose for him. But rolling around together in a fat suit could just be hilarious and no harm done either way.

Samurai_Banana blindfolded Kate, but she dropped the pokey, scratchy stabbers immediately. She was fighting in a hand to hand tournament and Vegas and wanted the practice. She walked with her knees bent and her fist range in the direction of Thomas_OShannon. As she got closer, she tried to focus her other senses to find Thomas.

SNIFF! SNIFF!

Mustard. Now she had the bastard dead to rights. Kate followed the smell of the mustard until she heard a distinctly Thomas-y voice sat something about shite. And she POUNCED into action. 

Her hand was outstretched like the slaphand of fucking Zeus and it whistled through the air like a teapot on a train that was whistling like a teapot whistles. She stepped forward with her left foot and her right hand descended like an asteroid into Thomas's dinosaur extinction face. As Thomas was struck, he made a sound like a confused, pregnant hippopotamus that had just been asked about the quadratic formula. 

Knowing that she had only given her loyal LHM a superficial wound, Kate removed the blindford and poked her finger into Thomas's collarbone. 

"THAT'S for the bathhouse."

Thomas stared, his cheek quickly turning crimson red where her hand print would undoubtedly be left. He blinked a few times as Kate poked into his collarbone. "THAT'S for the bathhouse."

He smirked a bit, then frowned.

"Yeh know, I actually thought yeh were in trouble... Yeh arse." He began to laugh and shook his head, "Suppose I had that comin' though, hi?"

He grinned and rubbed his face, hissing a bit. "That stung pretty good, lass. Gotta hell o' a slap on yeh. Almos' like me ma's."

Mercedes has stopped listening to the scuffle between Kate and Thomas and is trying to think her way through the problem of not hitting Jennie with the muffins in her hands. Jennie is everywhere at once, snatching up handfuls of bacon. Watching her scramble about, Mercedes unconsciously takes a bite of one muffin.

Aww. Lemon poppyseed. Her favorite. Maybe she could keep this one and throw just the other one. Sensei Bananasan sure had a thing for breakfast foods.

She can see herself in the mirrored wall as a few crumbs bounce down her shirt. Inspired, she throws the other muffin as hard as she can towards the image of Jennie, therefore missing her entirely. As muffin pieces explode everywhere, Mercedes turns to the Sensei, hoping she's passed the test. Or at least can have another muffin.

Sensei Sam_Ban witnesses the carnage that is KateLogan and @Thomasoshannon and briefly wondered what had happened to Thomas' apostrophe, but that mystery would have to wait.

No amount of whistles, mustard and bath houses can express how disappointed I am at your behaviour in my Dojo...............or am I?

Sensei Sam_Ban 'swooshes' over using moves last seen in a Harold Lloyd movie, wielding a black sash (most definitely not a cut up piece of linoleum carpet

Katelogan san, you have proven yourself a worthy student of the 'pushy, slappy, pokey, handsy' combat.  I am happy to award you this looks closer at the lino errrrrr beige belt and the title of 'Biege belt of handy stuff from Sam_Ban's Dojo' to wear proudly.

you must still however, master a weapon.

@Thomasoshannon, i think you need to make Jennie a sandwich.

Mercedes_Kompressor san, don't think your work went unnoticed either..........Sam_Ban footdrags with jazzhands (with extra swoosh noises) over to his latest graduate and presents the sporty, silver roadster with a tartan headband (most definitely not a fashioned tea towel)

You may now call yourself 'Master of the Chinese fighting muffing from Sam_Ban's school of yadda yadda, yackety shmakety.

JENNIE SAN!  Prepare the celebrations!

Jennie had been shoving bacon in her mouth at an alarming rate, in the corner of the dojo. At the sound of her name she growled and pulled the plate closer. "no, mine!" she yelled before realizing that none of these people were here to take her bacon. She cocked her head to the side and then nodded before jumping to her feet and running to the back office to get the supplies needed for celebrations. She came back a few minutes later with several bottles of booze in her arms. She handed them out one by one, except to Sam_Bam, he had earned two for being such a great teacher. She picked up her own bottle and raised it in the air, "Bring me my Sammich!" she cried as a cheer before chugging a very unhealty amount 

Thomas perked a brow at Sam_Ban... "I don'ae make sandwiches. No offense, Jennie." He looked around the Dojo and, noticing some couch cushions, he turned to Kate. "But I know yeh actually have a match comin' up soon, Logan. If yeh wan' some practice swings, I'll hold teh cushions up fer yeh."

Going ahead and making his way over to the couch, he pulled the back leather cushions from it. Gripping them tightly, he held one on each hand from the back and lifted them. "If yeh wan' ta train, t'is we can do..." He looked at Kate, and then Sam_Ban as if seeing if this would be okay.

sensei Sam_Ban staggers to his feet, attempts a classic 'swoosh move' and falls over.

Thomashhhh thatsh absholutely fine my leprechaunish friend.

Sam_Ban takes another swig and draws pictures of genitalia on a snoring Jennie face

Thomas nodded, though the leprechaun-ish statement angered him. He hoisted the cushions up in a guarded stance and moved to the center mat in the room. "Bring yer best, Kate. I'll make sure yer shaped proper ta show teh wicks at teh competition. Tha fockers na'er gonna know wha' hit 'em."

He circled Kate as she made her way over, holding the cushions like sparring pads. "Ready? FIGHT!" Kate's demeanor changed and she charged...

Jennie threw up a hand, "Oi! Where is my sandwich?" she cried as as Thomas_OShannon was about to collide with Kate. "I mean honestly, can you see that I'm wasting away over here?" she asked before putting a hand to her forehead dramatically and sucking in her gut at the same time. 

Kate smirked as she saw @Thomas_OShannon circling her, holding up some training pads. Cracking her neck, Kate dropped into a fighting stance. She focused on her footwork a bit at first, adjusting her steps as Thomas shifted. Eventually, she struck. It wasn't a particularly powerful shot- there was a limit to how much raw power her frame could produce. Her form also left something to be desired, perhaps. But what struck Thomas, almost literally, as he barely raised the cushion in time. At 31, she'd spent more than half her life either getting trained by her outlaw father or racing death with her right hand. A flurry of blows crashed into the cushions as she backed away, grinning at Thomas.

"Jaysus, lass. T'eir be nae much fer tha hit, but I'll take agility o'er brute strengt' any day o' tha week." He bounced around to reset his footing and prepared for the next flurried storm that was Kate Fucking Logan.

"I see why yeh be advancin', but if we can work on yer form some..." He grinned at her. "Get yer arms up, spread yer legs a wee bit more. Na'er stand straight on. One leg in front, just under yer shoulder lengt' apart."

He dropped the cushions for a moment as he spoke, "Keep yer center o' gravity low an' use t'em arms ta protect yer body an' face. An' keep yer strong leg in back."

He lifted the cushions again and nodded at Kate.

Kate's eyes flashed and her nostrils flared slightly when Thomas told her to spread her legs, but she followed his advice and shifted her feet to achieve a smoother and powerful transfer of force. The next punch knocked him back. Not much- but something. 

Kate grinned.

Noticing the flair of nostrils, he knew the way he'd stated it had ticked a nerve. At least HE knew he wasn't being sexual or perverse... This time. As she knocked him back a bit, he nodded happily.

"Good. Good. Much bet'er than tha first swing. Yer gonna be stronger next time yeh fight. Lay some on me, le's see yer rotation. We can go full pad later. Put one o' t'em lit'le helmets on, an' put a fockin' mout' guard in, take some real swings an' see how yeh react wit' defense an' attack taget'er. So, like I said... Full rotation lass."

He pulled the cushions up again and sat into a tower formation to act as a punching bag.

Kate proceeded to put a helmet and mouthguard in as Thomas had requested. She took a deep breath and tried to gather her energy. Generally, she prided herself on being indefatigable... but it was time to empty the tank and crash, hard. She hadn't really opened up the engine to focus on one thing since- well, she'd better focus.

Thomas caught the look in her eye as she approached. Her mind, which was usually processing seven different situations and plans at once, settled on the moment. Usually holding a reserve of energy to stay up for a few days straight if needed, Kate turned off the safeties on herself and seemed to grow more alert and powerful.

"Alright, Tommy boy. You asked for it."

There was something in her grin that made Thomas, even as a veteran fighter, a bit concerned. Kate reached up with her gloves and gently pulled Thomas's ear close to her mouth. Her voice was soft, but rumbling with energy.

"I. Am going to hit you. Until Candy comes out."

Then the flurry of punches began; Thomas barely ducked behind the cushions in time.

Thomas couldn't help it, the amount of arousal from Kate talking about hitting him until candy came out... EUPHEMISM CITY. Nah, it was just hot. So much so that he was distracted enough that he almost didn't see her coming. He threw the cushions up quick as her tiny fists came flying quickly, pushing him back toward the wall. Conscious of his surroundings, Thomas quickly took a hard right to dip out of Kate's path.

Like a trained fighter, she followed his movements perfectly. Wildly, no, systematically swinging, solid hit after solid hit. He stepped forward this time though to throw off her forward movement, she reacted well again and followed, alternating back until she was on her solid footing again and advancing. Thomas kept the cushions up as best he could, until one was knocked from his hands. Now she really had him; left, right, left, right, left, left, right.

"Yeh should slow up, you'll tire yerself out. Don'ae go balls in, lass. Gauge an' wait fer an..." She slipped passed the cushion and caught him in the jaw. He staggered backward and tried to get the cushion back up again. She caught him in the stomach this time as his defense went high. Still staggering backward, he finally caught his footing and ducked away and under a hard right swing to spin their movement again.

"Okay, okay. I see yer ready fer this." He backed away quickly putting distance between them. "Just glad yeh go' gloves on."

She charged again and he got the cushion up, blocking and pushing back as she'd swing, putting more resistance in her hits this time.

With a final punch, Kate halted suddenly. She was panting lightly as she straightened up- even as she felt the focus of the fight leave her and the whispers of her to do list work back into her mind. Mostly, though, she was exhausted- even if she tried not to show it.

Grinning at Thomas, she winked at him as she dropped her gear on the floor.

"Think you've had enough for now- but I really appreciate the training, Thomas. I could go another few rounds, but it's time for me to take a nap I think."

Waving goodbye to the others, Kate hits the streets.

Thomas chuckled at Kate, "Sure yeh could, lass... Tuckered out yeh are." She hit the door and waved behind her before exiting.

"So much fer makin' candy come out..." He shook his head and picked up after Kate, putting her gear back where it went and then readjusting the cushions on the couch so everything looked nice and neat before Sam_Ban's mom came home to his "dojo". Wanting to make sure he skipped out on cookies and milk, Thomas hiked up the basement stairs quickly and headed out the door.

He needed to get home and put some ice on his jaw so it wouldn't swell too much.