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Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

"Well, most of you are looking refreshingly back to your original shapes," Ghanima said crisply. "I hope many of you enjoyed your second or third childhoods, and many congratulations on not managing to kill each other with the nerf toys last week."

"Being back to normal means no ball pit this week," Tyler added. "I know. I'm crushed, too. Welcome to Fight Club. Rules are posted over there, and if this is your first week sign in and let us know what your level is."

"Like last time, we'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be over by the beginner mats for the first bit," Ghanima stated. "Now, you and you. You two. And you two too." She turned to Tyler, smiling brightly. "Care to pick the last victims?"

"You know the way to my heart, Ghanima," Tyler joshed, and looked over the group for a long moment. "You, hiding in the back, and you by the padding. And both of you. And that makes five sets. Go forth and punch."

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Dinah was stretching and looking around for someone to fight, hoping not to see Harley Quinn but ready to keep a wary eye on her if she showed up.

She stretched her arms out behind her back, then in front of her, looking hopefully around.

Seeing Dinah there, Liir made a decision and walked over to her. He didn't like the thought, of course, was still wondering if he'd be able to do this at all, but he kept Arthur's words at the forefront of his mind.

"Hi."

"Hi!" Dinah blinked, surprised and smiling. "I thought this wasn't your thing, Liir."

"I'm not good at it," he said in mild correction, "but usually that just means one needs practice."

She beamed at him, relieved he wasn't claiming he couldn't do it any more. "Okay! Um, powers or no powers? You've seen the telekinesis, I'm okay with not using it in a fight, if you're not good with it. Oh! And I've got touch-telepathy too. I'm getting lots better at turning it off, and I don't like to use it in a fight anyway-- it messes up my concentration. But I feel like I ought to give you fair warning."

"I'll not utilize anything I can do," he said, somewhat unwilling to actually divulge what he could do, "and perhaps you should do the same? Other than physically, of course."

"Works!" Dinah settled into a ready stance, and gave him a nod. "Whenever you're good to go."

He nodded and settled back into one of the lower stances he'd learned. The slightly distracted expression left him and his eyes focused on her firmly.

Dinah wasn't about to hit him first, so she slowly started circling him, fists at the ready, noting the stance and thinking of ways to counter it. A kick would be a good place to start. After he threw the first punch.

Liir had the same idea, unfortunately, but figured out they wouldn't get very far this way within a few moments. As such, he made the first move, darting to one side before sliding forward towards the opposite side.

That said, he wasn't throwing a punch or a kick. He was just moving.

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Dinah grinned, and danced out of the way, then decided to see how he'd respond to a feint, at least, sending a fist past his face, never intending to connect.

He turned his head and leaned a few inches to give her fist plenty of room before ducking away to end up behind her.

"Hmm." Better than she'd expected; he had said he was good at dodging.

Instead of turning around, Dinah sent a hard and fast elbow backward, approximately where he should be. Behind her wasn't any safer than in front of her.

One of Manek's tricks. As such, she only managed to catch his shirt before he spun and stepped back, looking at her thoughtfully as he considered what she might do next.

"You," Dinah said, grinning a little, "are a frustrating person to fight, Liir." She slowly circled him again, wondering if he was ever going to try to hit her. "You can't win just playing defense, though."

Sidekick, very fast, aiming for his hip on the right, and ready to step forward into a punch on the other side, if that didn't connect. Fast.

He saw the kick coming, as well as where her foot was, the cocking of her arm. As such, he didn't waste the time or energy to answer, nor to dodge. He took the kick to the side with a short grunt before trying to pull her off balance with the 'stopped' leg. Despite his issues with hitting, the pull would be a firm yank if he managed it.

Fortunately Dinah was used to that; it was one of Helena's favorite tricks.

So Dinah just went with it, and taking page from Priestly's playbook, let her weight shift forward into what would be a body-slam unless Liir *really* got out of the way fast.

Ino's training made sure that he wasn't afraid to fall. Instead of trying to avoid the floor, he threw his weight to the side so he didn't land under her. Then he let go of her leg to try and roll away.

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"Ha!" And a better outcome than the time she landed on Ronan, too. Dinah wasn't about to let him get away though, and she firmly reached to grab Liir's arm, and then move to pin down his shoulders. She was ready to climb on top of him if that didn't work, maybe? Unless he just wriggled away.

No, instead he went stock still, eyes blank.

It was a fake out, meant to make her pause and perhaps loosen her hold. If she hit him, that might work as well, as far as his plan was concerned.

Dinah didn't let go, or loosen her hold, but she did pause; safety was more important than winning. "Liir? You okay?"

Dammit. He couldn't justify being that much of a jerk as to worry her in a practice bout.

"I'm fine. Continue."

Relieved, Dinah grinned, but was still thrown off-kilter enough to try and remember what she'd been planning next. Oh! Right. "Okay, if you can get out of this hold, we keep going, if you can't, I win," she said, working hard to maintain her leverage.

He grinned just the once before using his hips to get his feet on the floor where he could use their strength to push up and twist his way out.

"Ack!" Dinah had almost had him, but mercy had kept her from climbing on top of him, after all, so it was her own fault he managed to get free.

She snapped her hand out to grab at his ankle though, and hopefully trip him back down to the mat.

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