Skills to save a life (Deathstroke)

[Pepper]

Pepper wore her catsuit and flats, her long blonde hair up in a ponytail that swung businesslike over her thin shoulders. She stared around the wide open space before her, wondering how much of it would be used before the day was out. Her body was flooded with adrenaline and energy; she was feeding off her emotions to fuel what she knew she was about to go through. Training. With Slade Wilson. At this point she didn't really care what happened to her today, so long as she came out of it at the end, (however long this took), with the skills to save Tony. If he was still alive.

She walked around in a small circle, impatient. She had arrived early, been too eager for this to start. She knew she needed to calm down but she was full of brimming energy and she just needed to skim off the excess before getting to work.

[terminator]

"You keep walking around in a circle your going to wear a hole in the floor." Slade said from a cross the room he had been siting there watching Pepper for a while now. Getting up he made his way over to her dressed in a storm gray outfit it looked a lot like batman's only Slade's was more like his blue and orange outfit armor wise only better. It was one of the few things Tony made for him while he was under his control. Slade's blue eye looked Pepper over and smirked he didn't have his mask on so it was easy to see this was going to be fun he thought. "Hit me." he said wanting to see how well she could fight with a clear head.

[Pepper]

Pepper jumped - she hadn't realized she wasn't alone. Leave it to Deathstroke to try and gain some measure of control over her this early. She welcomed it, however. She would need to be the student and she would need to take as many hits as it took for her to get the message. She closed her eyes for a moment and soothed her insides, focusing her raging emotions down to one single point and then turning that point to energy. When she opened her eyes again her vision was clear and her body brimming. She had attacked Slade before, but always in desperation. Now, with focus, she balled her fist and sent it flying at his face.

She had no doubt he'd stop her. He was dressed in armor, for crying out loud, how was she going to train when they weren't on a level playing field? But when she went up against Darkseid they wouldn't be level either. Best to start out at the bottom.

[terminator]

Slade caught Peppers fist looked at it then reformed it into a proper fist. "You don't want to break your thumb do you?" He said before she could say anything about it. "Do it again this time like it would be your last." He said if she couldn't do it he did a something he could use to get her going though she might hate him for it he didn't care though. "Because on Apokolips it could be the last thing you ever do." He said getting ready for Peppers attack "These people fight every day of there lives to live. Darkseid barley gives them enough to live all he has to do is tell them he would give them more of something and they'll do whatever he wants them to." He said

[Pepper]

Pepper nodded, her eyes turning steely cold and her face setting. She knew she would mess up multiple times; it was a miracle Deathstroke wasn't teasing her or torturing her with lack of skill. His determination and dedication to this showed he at least thought it important. She looked down at her fist, memorizing the layout of it. Then she opened it, destroying Deathstroke's moulding, and closed it again the same way. Practice. It would make perfect. And on a world where people fought every day to survive she would need to be perfect. She wasn't accustomed to this.

She didn't rear back to give him time; she simply struck again, this time beginning to raise her other arm to use as a defensive block. She aimed for his face, his jaw, and swung as hard as she could. She felt weak, she knew the punch would likely be ineffective. She would need to do some pushups to get more muscle in her arms.