Onyx stepped into the Danger Room and started a session. Something enormously physically taxing. With spinning blades and giant pistons that tried to smash you.
She ran the course over and over again, looking a bit more emotional then usual. Also if she weren't facing holographic representations, she'd be making a wreck of the place.
Sean really couldn't help but flinch. Not everyday a saw blade flew at your face even with glass and Sean reflexively used magic. The saw blade burst apart pieces flying every way but towards the observation window.
"They probably lacked the proper ability and training," Onyx says, "I have been raised since I was very young to deal with minor obstacles like this. I can handle myself."
"The saw blade being tossed at my head certainly proved that," Sean said, "You must've gone to a stranger school than I did and mine did have an obstacle course just not quite like this one."
Sean hid his shock as best he could because Onyx wasn't freaking out about it so that meant he probably shouldn't. And she did just throw a saw blade at him.
"Hard for people to understand much of anything they've never experienced themselves," Sean said, "Especially something quite so...different."
"Wielder of magic, over the years we've been called shamans, sorcerers, conjurers, witches, warlocks," Sean said, "Though the last two have a somewhat negative connotation."
"I know London weather isn't great but what ever happened to going for a run?" Sean asked. "Not that I have much room to talk seeing as I'll just head off into the wilderness to get my...exercise."