"Sounds good. I wasted a bunch of those plant things but more practice is good."

"Yeah, especially if that Blasto guy's more prepared next time." Six costumed Glams appear, surrounding Boots. "They're just gonna charge, nothing special about them, no flight, no superstrength. They're just human, though, so you can't go all out on them. Say when."

"I just landed on it," says Boots. "I'm supposed to aim for shoulders because shoulders're hard to kill somebody with. That and knees."

"Yeah, sure, but even breaking them, when we're talking about normal humans and not capes, could be bad. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I figure controlling your force's good practice anyway. Try to drop them a little bit more nicely? And maybe aim for the front of the shoulder instead of the top?"

Boots grumbles but he goes back to his original starting position.

The Glam he broke disappears and is replaced by a healthier one. "Alright, whenever you want."

"Go."

All of the Glams go, but only three try to make contact, since there isn't space for all of them.

Boots leg-sweeps one, not gently but not with tibia-shattering force, and punches another in the front of the shoulder, then grabs the last and flings it into a more distant Glam.

The first falls, the second is pushed back and has possibly dislocated their shoulder, the third and fourth are a crumpled mess, slowly trying to get up. The remaining two try to make the best of whatever distraction the others have created, one trying to hug Boots' legs and the other trying to headbutt him.

Boots jumps. This probably dislodges the hugger and if it doesn't it puts them in the path of the headbutt.

Boots lands - not on anyone - and grabs the dislocated shoulder one by the feet and throws it at an armed Glam. Then he flips over a couple of others to land behind them, kick out their knees, and take the golf club out of one's hand to swing at the midsection of the next to come his way.

"Probably a couple of 'em would still have to go to the hospital."

"Mm, yeah, but that's acceptable. Landing on someone's shoulders and breaking their spine is harder to justify." The copies disappear. "I'm thinking of sending a couple of other Brutes at you, so you can go all out on them but so can they, and you'll need to strategize."

"I can move around better'n most Brutes."

Boots roundhouses the tackler hard in the head, then kicks off from their shoulders to flip in midair and meet the thrower of the others feet-first. He's no longer where the leaper was aiming by the time he lands.

The tackler falls, and the thrower's pushed. The leaper runs at Boots from behind, though, and the thrower rolls with the movement and is on their feet and going at Boots again in a moment.

Boots jumps again, at the last moment, hoping to get them to crash into each other.

They were expecting that, apparently, because just after Boots did it the thrower used the same move they'd used before to launch the other one after him.