Ray snorted. "Don't be too sure of that, short stuff. Unless you're willing to take me on?" he said, half-jokingly. So that was his ability huh? Damn that was disgusting as fuck.

"You gained the experience of a heavyweight boxer. Our specialty? Taking and giving hits. You're several weight classes under me to do that and your physique is shit compared to mine. If you go up against pro's with more experience with me and a better body than I do, you're pilfered knowledge is useless." To emphasize his point, Ray stood up. Even under the jacket, his body was huge and noticeable. "Have you honestly not considered that? You may have the knowledge, but not the experience or the tools to use it right." 

[i]Also, that ability of yours pisses me off,[/i] he thought. [i]That was years worth of practice, sweat and tears, and you just up and grab it? I would beat this sonofabitch down if it weren't for the fact that I'm not allowed to . . .[/i] yet.

He turned to the professor. "And it's good to see you, Prof. Don't mind out little horseplay here. Anyway, we've got a job? I don't see any problems with the groupings, so count me in."