He had been expecting that, and stood up. "I need to punch something other than my other hand. If you wouldn't mind holding up your hand as a target?"<br/><br/>He took a moment to properly balance himself, and then right hook that connected soundly, but instead of a normal impact noise, it made a 'biff' noise. He let her digest what happened, before throwing three left jabs, which produced different sounds, 'baff, socko, and kablammo' respectively. "Congratulations, you just witnessed perhaps the most useless of super powers in action. Though it has been nearly three years since kablammo happened.<br/><br/>As for the career, I made pains to do so, and in fact am even in bad graces with the Russian mob because they hired me for a high end construction suit, and then added weapon requirements to the final revision. I had made the suit, it is in the RV, but the weapons are only partially complete. I realized that the suit they commissioned was capable of taking on Ultrawoman for a couple blows, and if they had multiple ones, it might actually require her to work for a half second to win. So, I declined to complete and deliver it. Hence why I was getting out of town."<br/><br/>He did some preliminary stretches at the beginning of the challenges, keeping his trenchcoat, hat, and backpack with him since he trained with them on, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose any of those items. He had put too much time and effort into improving them.<br/><br/>The tests were as grueling as he could have imagined, and they seemed to have done something to nullify the weight canceller on the backpack. He struggled, only his pride keeping him from failing most of the tests.<br/><br/>The athletics was difficult, having not expected any tests immediately, he had had a decent breakfast, and it showed. His run time was barely above average, and he lost the food afterwards from the strain of forcing himself to pass. The physique test was actually worse, as he wasn't given time to relax and clean out his mouth after the run, but he felt he did better than average, even it was, once again, barely. For fighting, he felt better, he knew a good bit about it, and had gotten to wash out his mouth and a sip of water, but he just could not focus for the life of him, and his instructor was clearly less than amused at his smartass running commentary. Finally finished with the first three, he took one look at the stealth test and rubbed his face, suppressing a groan. "Can I just say I failed this one miserably? No? Crap..."<br/><br/>He then proceeded to trip every alarm, alert every guard, brush against everything on the course, and step on every leaf and twig, impressive since the course didn't even have any of those last two items on it.<br/><br/><strong>[Athletics 2= 1(base)+ 1(roll 6,6,3,1)<br/>Physique 2= 1(base)+ 1(roll 6,5,3,2)<br/>Fight 2= 2(base)+ 0(roll 6,1,6,1)<br/>stealth -1= 0(base)- 1(roll 6,3,2,1)]</strong><br/><br/>Done with the tests, he collapsed in the rest area, the backpack on the ground right beside the bench he was sprawled on. "Fuck my life. I hate having to play without my equipment. Everyone else seems to get physical shit, and I have to work just to stay in damn basic shape, let alone excel at anything physical."<br/><br/>After he had caught his breath, and finished some cool down stretches to avoid cramping up later, he glanced at his escort. "So, what is next?"