Well, it sounded like that would have to wait for another time.  For right now, I couldn't change into anything...but there was at least<em>one</em>thing I could do.  But that would be next.  I tried to look mad when he told me I wasn't allowed to use my powers, at least, not<em>that</em>one.  And then I caught sight of my reflection in a nearby oddly-well-placed mirror and what I was trying to carry off as 'thunderously mad' instead came out as 'adorably annoyed.'  I sighed and walked over to the rack.  I was strong, I knew that much.  I didn't want to be swinging around something big and heavy...I decided on a singular, medium-ish length club, as that<em>kind</em>of was like tire irons and other such things you'd find here, right?<br/><br/>Just before I got into the ring, though, I did that thing from earlier.  I chucked off my shoes and socks and then got in, letting my feet rest on the mat.  I held the club grip with both hands, and then went at him.<br/><br/>