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Chpt. 6 "He Said That I Play For Walgreens!"

The Pro 12 broke off into pairs for their training session and went down to the training area of the headquarters, which are located beneath the headquarters. There are six training rooms, which are perfect for the amount of trainees, therefore two pairs are in a room to battle against each other.
In one room, Sidney is paired up with John along with the pair of Chris and Bryce.
"Are you guys good here?" Toews asks them as he stops by the doorway, poking his head into the concrete room.
"Your mom's good here!" Brady shouts while walking past the ruler with his fighting partner, Tim.
The ruler shakes his head with disapproval.
"That fellow must aggrandize his phraseology," John points out flatly with narrowed eyes.
The Patriot backs up backwards into view of the athletes in the room and shouts, "Yo Momma's so old, when I told her to act her own age, she died!" He bursted up in maniacal laughter as he walks out of sight.
The Islander balls his hands into fists while sparks of yellow and white lightning whiz around them; he makes a menacing look. "That fellow is in imminent peril for falling as a victim into my deleterious side," he growls.
Chris meanwhile attempts to stifle his laugh, but can't help it. "Now that joke was pretty funny!" he squeaks. "Right, Bryce?" He turns to his right, seeing that the National has his full attention on his hand-held mirror while running his fingers through his hair with skill. The Oriole gazes at the back of the mirror, seeing the Washington Nationals' logo stamped on here. "Heeeey, I didn't know you bought that from Walgreens!"
Bryce harshly brings his mirror down and shoots a grumpy look at him. "It's THE NATIONALS!"
Chris shrugs. "Well, I didn't know Walgreens had a baseball team!"
In fury, Bryce thrusts his mirror to aside and ignites fire from his tense. "You're gonna get it, buster!"
"That's not my name!" the Oriole exclaims.
The National brings his hand up to his ear, building up power in his hand.
"Oh shoot, he's not joking!" A zap of orange energy covers up Chris for a few seconds; when the energy disappears, the baseball player is now the size of a real life Oriole, floating in the air.
Bryce blasts a streak of fire straight at Chris. Luckily, Chris uses his speed, an advantage of being small, and zips out from the fire's direction.
"Guys, guys, guys!" Toews shouts as he rushes in between the two feuding baseball players, holding them in place with his telekinetic powers. "Calm down, you're partners!"
"He said that I play for Walgreens!" Bryce cries in ire.
"It's a joke!" Chris shouts back. "Live a little, will ya?"
"And he interrupted me in the middle of fixing my hair! Now it's a mess!" he continues on.
The ruler crosses his arms. "It's not a mess! Look!" He extends his arm out toward the casted mirror; the mirror swipes up from the ground and throws itself over to Toews, who hands it to the baseball player.
Bryce takes it and scrutinizes his hair through the mirror. "Oh! It is nice! Wow, I never knew my hair can stay perfect even after a fight!"
Toews makes eye contact with Chris and winks at him, telling him secretly that it was his doing thanks to one of the aspects of his powers.
"Okay, now that's all...figured out!" The ruler backs up from the baseball players and turns around, facing the hockey players. "Sidney, do you need me to do anything, since you're leader?"
"Oh my Bubbys!" Sidney places his hands on his chest. "I am honoured to tell the ruler of the NHL what to do! Why yes, please take care of Bubby and Bubby Jr. and give them banana ice cream--"
Toews waves his hands in front of him, signalling the Penguin to stop talking. "Something about Pro 12, not about your gorillas."
"Ohhh!" He nods his head. "Yea, maybe, since we did this last time we got together as the GHP and six divided by two is six, why don't you assign six people who would stay here as guards, and six people who would go out to fight! Grrrr!!" He attempts to make a menacing face, but it could be mistaken as a bewildered look.
"Ummm..." Toews feels awkward at the look the captain of the Penguins and Team Canada is giving him. "Sure, I'll-I'll do that." He beings to make his way to the doorway. "You guys can start training and all, just don't kill each other. Powodzenia!"
Sidney, Chris, and Bryce shoot him an odd look.
"That means 'good luck' in Czech!" Toews tells them.
"Oznacza to, 'powodzenia' w języku polskim, dzieciaku!" John snaps at him with frown. (That means 'good luck' in Polish, kid!)
Toews slaps his face and lumbers out of the room in defeat.
"Alright!" Sidney starts saying in a upbeat voice. "So, should we do a sneak attack or we tell each our powers or do we--"
"Who do you guys want to be?" Toews's voice calls out from the left side of Sidney.
The four of them look to the doorway, where the ruler is back with his head poked out from the slit between the door and the door jamb.
"Do you guys want to be a guard or fighter?" he clarifies.
"I can be a fighter," Bryce says. "Because I have fire powers! Fire...fighter! Firefighter! Get it?"
Everyone else exchanges awkward looks.
The baseball player looks down. "Okay..." He looks at Toews. "But I'll be a fighter!"
"Okay, anyone else?" Toews asks.
"I will fight because I'm leader!" Sidney volunteers.
"Alright...anyone else?"
"I will," John speaks up, "I'll fight, Tazer boy."
"Okay!" The ruler nods his head. "Well, I guess that's all for you guys since there's three--" He immediately stops talking. "Where's the forth guy?"
Chris waves his hand wildly in the air. "Right here!"
Toews looks at the direction where Chris's voice is coming from. "Oh, right, you're small! Do you want to be fighter or guard?"
"I can be a guard," he says, putting his hands on his hips. "Don't have to train with these guys...!"
"Hey, that's mean!" Sidney emits a streak of ice at the baseball player, trapping him in an ice cube; Bryce catches the chunk of ice before it hits the ground.
"Alright, thanks, guys..." Toews slips out from the doorway and continues walking down the bright, gray, concrete-made hallway. "One room down...five more to go..."