Beats the Wards and PRT Agents

The incident she was talking about was the first day of training with the Wards, which hadn’t, it turned out, been just with the Wards, but with several PRT agents that Piggot had wanted me to train, too. The question had been raised, at one point, about whether or not I was using my power to boost my performance.

So, to prove it wasn’t, I’d taken off my PRT-issue sports jacket (the soft, breathable, polyester kind), demonstrated my power on its lowest setting (the black undersuit), and then turned it off and soundly beat everyone in the room, simultaneously — under the condition, of course, that the only ones who could use their powers were Strikers, because it kind of defeated the point to fight at range with a close quarters martial art. There wasn’t a better sales pitch than comfortably taking on upwards of ten people at a time, all of whom had at least some level of hand to hand training.