fandomtownies | 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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"Did I say you put a remote on the roof?" Wade asked, not letting him rest as he drove a knee up. "I was simply givin' ya an idea of what I was thinkin'!"

"You were thinking?"

He let his side catch the knee while he launched a punch at Wade's neck.

'Of course I was thinking!' is what he had been trying to say. A strangled cough is what he actually did.

Which was a good thing. Kept him distracted while Nate kicked him in the chest. "No snappy comeback?"

Narrowing his eyes, Wade grabbed Nate by the ankle, yanking up over his head and pushing to get him on his back. "You know, you're nowhere near as smart as ya think!"

At least now things were getting interesting.

Nate's back hit the ground, partly of his own violition. "Sure... about that...?"

"Very!" And check that out! A kick to the kidney!

Nate's hands shot up to snag his ankle mid-kick, and give it a good twist if he got the chance. "I doubt it."

"Hey! Hey. That's not nice," Wade informed him, stomping down on that wrist there.

"You went for the kidney," Nate pointed out, with a slight wince, and then forced his entire body up, lunging.

Stepping back to avoid his lunge as much as he could, Wade did something like falling over on him. Forearm on the line of Nate's shoulders and neck to force him on down to the ground again.

"You went for the knee!"

"I think it was deserved," Nate said, dryly, punching him in the ribs before they went.

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"You were deserved!" Wade flinched slightly at the hit but just pushed down with all his weight. Ah, those fine bones there. "That didn't quite have the same zing to it as it did in my head."

"It didn't." Nate was a fine critic.

Pressed against the ground was not a good position. Lucky he always had one move up his sleeve... he shoved hard with his metal arm. Not quite a throw, but it'd have to do.

Bounding away cheerfully, Wade just grinned. "Like you could do better in a bind! I betcha couldn't. Twenty bucks. You can't even hope to out banter me."

"I believe the process is more fun than judging the results..." On this one. Nate got to his feet.

"Blah, blah, blah, pointless exposition and talking about how you're gonna win," Wade replied, moving his hand like a mouth. "Unless you turn Super Saiyan, I'm outtie."

Nate smirked faintly.

On the next, he was shooting forward fast in a spirited attempt to slam his fist in Wade's stomach.

Of course he did.

Le sigh.

Wade was bent over that fist for a moment before coming back to his senses and twisting around Nate's arm to elbow him in the head. "You know, you didn't actually banter there."

"You did imply you didn't want to hear it," Nate pointed out. Through some blood. It was charming in their world.

He slammed his knee up.

"Only if it was expos--ITION." Oh, his ribs! Going down and rolling away, Wade pouted up at him. "You just need to learn to socialize like us normal people."

A beat. "Wow, I managed that with a straight face. Go me!"

"You're learning?" Nate offered, with a slight smirk marring his features. He tilted his head at Wade. "Done, or...?"

"Unless we wanna draw blood," Wade replied, holding up a hand for help on up.

"Good point."

Nate contemplated the idea of leaving him to it. In the end, he snagged Wade's hand anyway, and gave a good yank.

"Was that so difficult?" Wade asked, brushing his imaginary lint off his pants.

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