[@Zelosse]

When the door was thrown open and Felix came out swinging, Jordan was less than surprised. What did surprise him, was that the boy still looked as though he'd just gotten clear of a war zone. Why hasn't he changed into clean and untorn clothing? Jordan hoped that the kid wasn't eternally pissed off just because he didn't have enough clothes. He could fix that problem in an instant.

Oh yeah, and Felix had thrown a real haymaker at Jordan's face. The kid's inexperience with earth elementalists was clear, or maybe just masters of earth elementalism, because he didn't have anything on his fist as he swung it. But of course, it was second nature to Manilow at this point, that advanced technique where an earth elementalist hardens themselves like the stone and minerals that they can control utterly. 

Punching Jordan's face while it was like this would be like punching a brick wall. Furthermore, Manilow gave no ground, and his head remained locked in place right where he'd left it. Basic training, for an elementalist like himself, had involved being punched repeatedly in the face by a man wearing steel knuckles until he no longer let the punch move him.

When the punch connected, Jordan realized his instinctive reaction was a mistake, and quickly softened himself and jerked backward, hoping the kid's hand wasn't broken. He hadn't seen those bloody knuckles before. Had he done that?

"Shit kid, I thought you wanted to do this with steel," Jordan said, hefting his fencing foil. "And do you need some clothes? I've got plenty of old training outfits down at the gym. Old, but clean. And mostly intact."