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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Minsc sagged a little, though mostly from disappointment that it might be over already, but he sighed and thought back fondly on the really good punches that Sir Arthur had managed, pulling back and straightening his shoulder.s He could feel something along his stomach pulling wonderfully when he did that, and ran a hand across his jaw to remind the tingling to stick around a little longer.

"Little blood," he huffed, "never hurt anyone."

"We could continue on to the death," Arthur shot back, and there was still clear fire in his eyes even if the end of the spar meant he'd reign it in as best he could, "but our hosts might--" Groan. "--disagree. You fought well, Sir Minsc."

Minsc nodded, extra solemnity thrown into it to help pull down the swimming in his head, the swarming of fight, fight, fight buzzing between his ears. He curled his fists so tightly they made a few cracks, and a pop

"As did you, Sir Arthur. I'm impressed."

"I try my best," Arthur replied.

He was making a valiant attempt to reign in the deadpan, too. Then he reached to offer Minsc his hand.

While the other one clung somewhat to his side. Hush.

Minsc grinned a little, but he uncurled his finger enough to take Arthur's hand.

He hoped the prince wouldn't mind the perhaps excessive force of the slap of palms and the rather tight grip.

It was actually intended to be affectionate.

Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

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