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"Well I am in the mood for some training. Now let's all enter and look how the training simulation is formed in here." 41 stood still, listening to 20. He wished to know the secrets of this room...

"I will do an easy test because it's your first time." 41 just slightly rolled his eyes. There was little that could dent the iron-hard skin of the mutant, and this one sounded condescending. He disliked condescending. "It looks like they got here by plane. Now let's get the party started." 41 just nodded as he planted himself solidly on the ground, waiting for just a second as he watched the simulator's mutant's approach. Then something else flickered into sight.

At first, the mutant was just slightly confused, but the confusion was then cleared up as the new arrival spoke. "I think we should let 20 do his hobby wile I answer your question. This machine picks up your brainwaves so I analyze and make up precisely what you can have don't ask how I analyze you your mind can't take the formula. Every wound caused is artificial so no fears for your health the way is clear for your fight now or would one of you prefer to spar with me instead? I will be gentle." It was obvious that the master had returned to explain things.

"I will fight, I think. If I am indeed to help you, then I need to practice against large groups of enemies." He nodded once, politely, to 21 before taking one step and a jump. The right leg slamming down onto the back of the nearest mutant. Iron hard skin was usually a defensive measure, but the other advantage of it was it's pure power for aggression. A normal punch hits hard, but a metal hand punching you is so much worse. That was what the simulator mutants had to deal with straight away.

One punch from 41 crumpled spines, cracked ribs, fractured skulls. He was strangely dispassionate about the fighting, calmly moving swiftly through his moves. Where did the memory of fighting come from? Beyond what he could remember. But he could feel the skill that the body knew, even if the mind did not. "How many enemies in the simulator?" He asks 20 tightly as his fist crumples the next face in. He was not squeamish about his powers, and the force behind every blow was crippling if not lethal. Of course, despite his advantages, 41 was not able to destroy the mutants as quickly as it would seem.

For they also had their own powers, none as strong as 41 in the physical side of things, but then there was little one could do with physical capabilities against the iron wall that was the newest member of 21's strike team. He was built for combat, taken for his skills at martial arts and with most weapons, brainwashed and given the power to survive virtually anything. Pain would still happen, but bullets and missiles did nothing to him, not permanently at any rate.....