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Girls... that's all I really want is..er, wait a second [Open, lang. warning]

Xander was in the Sensoriums. At first he was thinking of the great training room he had in Scotland, only this looked more like the one he had set up in the basement of the Magic Box. The one Giles helped him put together for Buffy. That's ok, sometimes, when not thinking of the demons, and the vampires, and all the threats of big honkin' death, he could almost be nostalgic for the 'Dale?

Almost.

Xander was currently just wearing gym sweats, and shirtless. He went to reach for a towel to dry some of the sweat off when he heard a giggle. A few giggles actually.

"Uh I didn't order an audience... oh hi. Did you guys just wake up?" It was a couple of the Slayers from the Scotland base smiling invitingly at him. Funny how they were dressed in pajamas though as they slowly approached him.

"We missed you, Xander. We've been so lonely." One of them said as she slowly reached for him to run her hands over his chest. Vi was it? No, Vi was on a patrol with Buffy.

"I missed you too, ladies? Uh hang on, we're not alone here. Somebody could walk in."

Only another Slayer walked in, with a smirk as she steadily crossed the practice room to kiss him.

Oh who the hell cares who walks in? Xander dropped the towel, and kissed her back. He thought he felt other hands touching his shoulders and sides. But after a few minutes, that slowly stopped. His one eye had closed, enjoying the feel of pouty lips, and longish tousled hair gently tickling his forehead and cheeks. Funny, he knew the girls were pretty buff and strong, but he didn't remember any of them having broad shoulders like this. And the chest seemed oddly flat. The other person drew even closer to him.

.................Ok, NO Slayer would have THAT down there.

He yelped and hastily backed away from the guy smiling back at him knowingly.

"Uh, Sam? What are you doing? And I thought you were locked up in jail still?"

When there was no immediate response, Xander glanced around, hoping nobody else had walked in as well. That was the last thing he needed. Awfully funny how quiet the other guy seemed right now.

Unreal even.

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Xander gestured around to their surroundings, and the punching bag in front of him.

"Hey! I was...? The girls kind of showed up on their own?" More like his wandering perverted mind called them up. "I was being all buff with the training, and I don't know why him either."

Katara snickered. "I'll bet people think you were perverted because of the guy, but with the girls its OK, normal, right?" She thought it was wrong to imagine anybody like that in the Sensorium. She had read about some people's fears, and while she didn't have those fears, she figured some people might abuse a machine that could read your thoughts.

"Well, if you want training, you can do that with normal people. For instance: me."

She got into fighting stance. "Think you can keep up?"

"Pretty much."

Xander eyed her up and down, noting her stance. He shifted to a ready stance, mostly from years of field time, and taking notes from Slayer practice sessions.

"Sure, taken on pretty tough girls before. Let's see what you got."

Katara was not a fighter that took her art lightly. Waterbending was all about flowing in movement, of keeping a stand by moving swiftly, like a rolling wave. Once it broke, it was powerful and precise. Katara saw immediately that he was not as learned, but still decent. With him it would be more about breaking his stance.

She started with a few projectiles, but she was far quicker now with water. After all, it WAS the Sensorium and she had water readily at her disposal. She could freeze Xander, or possibly make him slip, but that would be too easy and quick.

She wanted to see what Xander was capable of.

Whoa, that he wasn't expecting, and quickly dodged out of the way. He was trying to do a tuck and roll, but it was more of a stumble and fumble. Still he managed to right himself up again. Xander then shifted to the side, and tried to come around to do a side punch.

The dodge was slow, and he stumbled. Katara nodded to herself: she would have to slow down her speed too, so she could match Xander. After all, this training session was more for him. Everybody had to start somewhere, right?

The side punch Katara leaned toward, grabbing the hand and moving him forward. This was actually something she'd seen Aang do, an airbender move definitely worth studying, as Katara had. Her right foot steeped forward in back of him and the left foot kicked him off his feet.

She moved back as he fell, but slowly: she wanted to see how he'd compensate.

Here's the thing. Somewhere in his brain lurked some murky borrowed military memories which still helped a little at times. Granted he was a bit out of practice, and at the moment he was stumbling. And then falling as Katara's move sent him to the floor, he immediately rolled to the side. He used his hands to quickly push himself back upward so he could right himself again.

He shifted to a defensive stance this time, awaiting a new attack.

Katara smiled, but there was nothing mean tempered in it, quite the contrary. This guy wasn't playing to his strengths,, but he was definitely trying to remember them. Katara knew the difference between someone who was faking and someone just out of practice. In this instance though, a defensive move wasn't the best for Xander. Waterbenders were nowhere near as defensive as the air naomads and even certain earthbenders, but Katara had helped with Aang, who was the ONLY airbender left. She could see through many defensive maneuvers for that reason.

When Xander assumed that position, Katara came upon him, a little quicker. She came at him with a few swift arm jabs and then swept back and came at him with a hard right palm fist.

Xander brought his arms and hands up to block her jabs. He lucked out on a few but not all. He also tried to get in a punch to her shoulder. But that almost meant no way to block her palm fist. It's harder when you're used to working with stakes and crossbows against demons and vampires. Slightly different tactics.

Katara took the hit. It hurt, but Katara knew that a few heavy hits against someone who was quicker would not end well for a heavy hitter. It was similar to the taking down of the drill in Ba Sing Se: it was a heavy opponent, but to defeat it required a series of hits and then one striking blow.

Which Katara decided to do now. The jabs, after all, were only to get closer to get a harder hit in. A few of the jabs missed their mark but was still achieving the objective: she was getting closer, and he was starting to falter. She could tell he was used to weaponry by the way he fought, and that was OK too: he should probably meet up with Sokka sometime.

The hand work gave way to a sliding foot sweet, and THAT gave way to a shoulder toss to knock Xander to the ground. He may have had the height advantage, but strength wise he wasn't used to being surprised by a quicker, smaller opponent.

Xander fell backwards again, and that one knocked the wind out of him for a moment. So he just stayed there. Wasn't the first time, nor the last he got his butt kicked by a smaller opponent. Was used to Slayers doing the same in practice. Why he usually stuck with overseeing operations.

"You're pretty good," he finally said when he could speak again.

Katara gave him a smile. "Thank you! I'm better when I'm doing my bending, but I'm not a stranger to martial arts. It's kind of necessary in my world. If you want though, I'd be happy to help you train too. Your stance could use some help, but the moves are definitely there. You've fought before, haven't you?"

She offered him a hand to get him up.

Xander grinned and accepted the help up.

"Yeah, usually against demons and vampires. I'm not as kung fu as my friends like Buffy. Though I like to think I got an action grip?"

Vampires. And. Demons.

"Seriously?" Katara said, raising her eyebrows. "In your world, you actually have to fight those things? How are you still living?"

Katara was strong, but she wasn't sure if shew could actually defeat a demon.

Xander nodded, "Since my sophomore year of high school. Some long years in there. Some denied it, some of us fought back. I'm one of the ones who survived."

He then shrugged and gestured to his eyepatch, "Well most of me that is."

Katara looked at the patch and closed her eyes. The devastation she was no stranger to: she'd seen things like this happen in her world too. But to take someone's eye? That was horrible.

"Who did it?" She asked softly. "A demon?"

"Something like that. The guy was buddy-buddy with the First Evil."

Xander gave a grim smile, "I can say was on account of him being very dead now."

"First Evil?" What a weird description. Things seemed so strange in some of these other worlds. There were all of these impossible monsters there, all able to inflict pain probably worse than anything the Fore Nation had to offer. Still, the danger was probably the same: end of the world, ensuing chaos.

"Dead. If he was that powerful, that's probably a good thing. Knowing a certain friend of mine, he would have tried to avoid killing him. I can't say I'd be that merciful if he took my eye though."

"I sure wouldn't have been. But the guy wasn't human either or my friend might not have."

Katara nodded. "With my friend, human or not, it wouldn't have mattered. He was taught by the monks that life is sacred, and to avoid taking it at all costs. With his kind of power, I'm really glad he sticks to that policy."

Xander nodded with understanding, "Yeah. My friend's a Slayer, and uh they're usually only supposed to stick to killing demons and vampires. No humans, no matter how bad some of them are. Kind of a bad thing if a Slayer does kill." Remembering what Faith went through, and Giles has kept quiet about some of the rogue Slayers out there.

"I see. That' a pretty good policy. We don't have demons and vampires in my world, but we have humans that can be just as bad, trust me. My friend, he's the Avatar. Besides being able to bend all four of the elements, he's also able to summon the Avatar state, where he gets immense power from past generations. He's supposed to help keep the world in balance, and considering the last one hundred years, its a good thing he came along."

Katara paused. "But it sounds like your Slayer has it pretty bad too. Killing demons and vampires doesn't sound like the easiest thing in the world."

Katara shuddered, thinking of the encounter in Roxie's world. "But at least she doesn't have to fight cars. Those things are pure evil."

Xander held his index finger after listening to her. He had a feeling what this friend of hers must have been going through.

"Stop me if you heard this before, they call him a Chosen One too? One guy in all the world to stop evil right? One a generation? That used to be the case for my friend too."

He blinked, "Wait, what about cars? Other than bad Stephen King movies, cars aren't evil."

"Huh...really? Yeah, its something like that actually! If he dies, another one is born to replace that one and keep the world in balance. Yeah! Except he got frozen at one point, and without him a hundred years of war happened. That's why we went traveling with him so he could learn all of the other elements of bending and stop a total takeover of the entire world. To get this good, I had a teacher...and a bunch of crazed firebenders constantly trying to catch us or kill us."

Katara squinted her eyes at him. "If you saw a car for the first time and it ran over a friend you just made, you'd think it was evil too. An evil, mechanical monster."

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