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Simple fight choreography
 Tactician: standard (rank 1)
“Granted, I've been a Sentinel for quite awhile, I just agreed to head this job myself. So I could adapt plans on the fly…just in case of something like this.” Connor boasts. Cohen’s thugs close in, but Connor merely continues.” Smart, right? In about three minutes, those walls there, there and...there are coming down via some real powerhouses. I tell you this, because you wont be able to do much about it.”
“Too bad they will miss the show" Cohen smugly says, drawing for something.
"I agree." Connor smirks. He shifts himself where he needs to be. Then he acts.
Don't you know, all actors know karate?
 Martial Arts: standard (rank 1)
Before Cohen could raise the weapon, Connor rolled over the table, ending with a tornado-kick swiping Cohen across the face. Landing on said foot, he used the momentum to side-kick the closest thug. It couldnt've have looked better if it was choreographed. He turned to see one man point a gun at him, gangster style. It made it easier to grab him in a wrist-lock and toss him aside. Connor dispatches several more men with a flurry of strikes, grapples, and some Bruce Lee moves.
“Is this it?” Connor cockily asks, taking stance, before noticing 4 men draw knives. “Shit.”
Fighting dirty...like a gentleman
 Piercing Weapon: superior (rank 2)
Being outgunned, Connor dove back behind the table. He had been patted down before entering, but they let him keep his walking cane. Big mistake. In addition to hand-to-hand combat, Connor had taken extensive weapons training. It was his specialty. The first man gets swiped across the face with the end of the, weighted, cane another gets smacked on square on the crown of the head with it immediately after. A third assailant grabs the cane, but with a simple switch flip, Connor pulls back on the handle revealing a double-edged blade. Pressing it to his throat, Connor smirks.
Remington Resiliancy
 Iron Will: standard (rank 1)
Connor knocks out the man with a strike from the sword’s hilt, before swatting another away with the cane. Twirling the cane in his hand, he begins to showoff, he is suddenly struck in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Groaning in pain, Connor is down for a few seconds. They think he’s unconscious but after shaking off the pain he handsprings back to his feet, much to everyone’s surprise.
"You'll need to do better than that to bring down a Remington." Connor boasts, before seeing about twenty men, now facing him down. "That's a little better..."
Fur, fangs, and fine clothing don't mix
 Transformation: standard (rank 1)
“You think you can take us all?”
“Allow me to answer that in the following way.” Connor says, holding up a finger to signal for them to wait. He then strips naked. “What? They’re my nice clothes.” Connor explains. Before anyone could question that, Connor had transformed from man to wolf-man. Collectively they lasted about five seconds.
"Pick em up whenever you want. I got a gig at six." Connor debriefs when all is said and done, fixing his tie before shutting off his SLJ comm. He exits the bar as the “powerhouses” break down the designated walls. “You’re late…”
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