Victor Artoras
"Eh? Oh! Right, training. I haven't fully figured out what exactly it is we'll be doing today, but I know we won't be going up against Jeremiah's campers if I can avoid it." Victor replied, somewhat surprised. He turned to face Greg, his brow furrowed as he thought about the day's training ahead of them. "Let's see; I was thinking maybe doing full contact, but more focused on positioning yourself in a fight than actually picking someone up and throwing them over your head. Strength isn't exactly in my deck of cards, but making sure the other guy throws his punches at nothing is, so that's probably what we'll be doing. Again, though, this isn't really a finalized plan or anything like that. I'll have something figured out by the time we start, I'm pretty sure." Victor spoke, tapping his chin thoughtfully with one hand as he did his self-patdown with the other. "Wallet, keys, lighter, cigarettes... Where's my phone? It's still in the cabin isn't it. Aw christ. Hope I didn't miss anything important." Victor thought, grimacing again as he hooked one thumb into his pocket.
Shaking his head, Victor raised an eyebrow towards Greg. "Y'know, I'm not too sure who'd be able to go toe-to-toe with you, Ghost. Jace is a teleporter, and I'm kind of one too, albeit a more limited and more experienced one. Trish is probably just out for the day entirely. I dunno who you'll end up sparring with. Probably me, unfortunately, unless we can find someone else you wanna punch for a bit. I'm sure we'll figure it out in time. Speaking of which," Victor continued, glancing up towards a clock on the wall. "I probably ought to go and try and get the ring set up to my satisfaction. I'll see you down there when it starts, I suppose. I've gotta get the little lean-to's set up so I at least have something to dive in and out of, seein' as my power requires it and all." Victor nodded, tapping the side of his head with two fingers of his spare hand. He turned sharply on his heel again and walked into a darkened corner of the kitchen, popping back out in the cabin to grab his phone. Satisfied now that all his possessions were on his person and the only thing he missed was a gibberish-filled text message from a former villain he still talked to, Victor set off from the cabin towards the grassy field used as a sparring ring.