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"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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"A-Ano," she said, flushing slightly as she approached the sponsors. "Have e-either of you a minute to spare?"

Tyler raised a hand. "I can probably do that," he acknowledged. "What's up?"

"Dinah s-said I might be interested in joining this," Hinata said, straightening up slightly. "B-But I was c-concerned about how powers are t-taken into it, and where people are r-ranked in skill..."

"It depends what kind of powers you have and how you want to use them," Tyler said. "I'm not sure if you've been watching those guys go at it" -- he indicated Cable and Deadpool -- "but we have some very, very, very strong people here. You just have to be able to pull your punches if you're fighting someone who can't match them. Goal here is not to fracture anybody's skull."

She nodded. "Without my p-powers," Hinata said, "I would be at a s-severe disadvantage--my entire fighting style, beyond some very basic taijutsu, ah, hand-to-hand, is based around them."

A bit of a smile. "It's a gentle fist style, using the palm of my hands."

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Tyler shook his head, not really following the girl. "What can you do when you are using your powers?"

She tried to find a way to put it. "Inhibit movement," Hinata said finally, though that wasn't a full explanation. "It's p-pushing energy into peoples' bodies that prohibits their energies from operating correctly. If I touch them, energy is transferred."

"It hurts," she said, knowing that well, "too much energy being pushed in c-can cause serious internal damage to the opponent--but that would be beyond anything I would do here. For the m-most part it would, my level of use, is at i-incapacitate. More than that, would require effort not required of a club. It wears off either through time--anything f-from two to three hours, up to twelve on the outside, or from being reversed by m-myself."

Tyler shifted on his hips. Interesting. "If you're asking if you can paralyze people as part of this club, the answer is no," he said, folding his arms. "I don't even know if the gym's insurance would cover that."

Which was one of about 50 reasons why he couldn't let her do it, but it was the first to come to mind.

She'd expected that.

"During the f-free spars?" Hinata asked, trying to get a feel for it. "As long as I made sure my opponent knew of it and agreed? It is n-not permanent."

"But -- it's incapacitation," Tyler said. "If I had a normal, quote unquote, human come in and say she could only fight if she knocked out the person she was fighting at the end of the round, I'd say no. Too dangerous, and people agree to stuff without really understanding what it means."

This wasn't exactly a no. "How incpacitated are they?"

"They're o-only entirely incapacitated if knocked out," she said, "a hit to the arm w-will render that arm slower, and be painful, but not e-effect the rest of them."

This was sounding maybe perhaps workable.

"Okay. No assigned spars except as a beginner, and no powers in those matches," Tyler said. "Free spars, yes, if the person you're fighting with knows what they're getting into. And if anyone has to leave here on a stretcher because of you, you're out of the club, no second chance."

She bowed, straight back and hands folded in front of her.

"Thank you."

"No problem," Tyler said easily.

He would keep an eye on her.

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