She is Simply Not Budging. It's pretty fun!

When she ramps up her power a bit more, she starts sloooowly pushing him back.

Well.  This is weird.  He flares his power for a second, because he’s competitive has reflexes tuned for combat.  But even with his power, he’s being pushed back.

Flaring his power tangibly increases how much backlash this is costing April, but does nothing to affect the outcome.

“Well.  I think you’re going to be at least a melee 3, I accidentally tried to resist a little with my power and it didn’t do anything.  Maybe you’re going to be the new Skybreaker after all.”

"Huh. That's cool. Want to try pushing a little harder?"

“Yeah!”  Okay, let’s see how April responds to a little more power.

“Be careful, dears.”

The harder he pushes, the faster April's backlash goes up, but her ability to slowly shove him backward seems roughly unchanged. She's keeping her power level pretty steady, though, not trying to push any harder herself.

Well.  He’s not going to go all out, this is just a test, not a fight to the death.  But he can push a little harder than that.  He can adjust his posture, wedging himself against the ground.

It doesn’t do any good.

This is, honestly, really fun.

Hey, bulletproof glass sheet allegedly set up for safety reasons, quick question—

Yes?

Wrestled any mountains lately?

Um.  No?

Uh oh.

In an ideal world, April would be paying slightly more attention.

In this one, her wrist brushes against the side of the hole in the glass.

Well, I had a pretty good run.  Being one solid piece of material was nice while it lasted.

C-CR-CRACK.

"Shit!  Drop your power, April!"  Reflexively, Tim throws his power over April.  She's now functionally immune to anything that a shattering sheet of bulletproof glass might do to her.  She's also monstrously strong and has no way to tell that she's augmented.

She pulls back, startled, not dropping her power because her power gives her durability, Tim, and—something feels off about her footing—

Where her fingertips trail through the glass in the course of her initial flinch, it turns to a spray of powder being violently launched across the room by her body's refusal to brook the slightest resistance from any intervening object. Her footing, on the other hand, remains solid; despite her unexpected augmentation, she does not scour the padding off the floor or crack the concrete below in the course of stumbling back a couple of steps.

Still not as bad as the average accident.  "Alright, dears. it's okay.  Neither of you are injured, are you?"  Thank goodness Aumento's here, or else I'd've had to raise my voice and call for the medical team.

She takes another careful step back. "I'm fine. Note to self, arm-wrestle Tim exclusively in padded rooms without anything breakable nearby."

"No issues here, ma'am.  You want to arm-wrestle, we can do that next?"

No the fuck you can't.  "Not here, dears.  We're only a level 3 facility, and I think you're going to need a level 4 or 5."  Also a precog would be nice, things can get dicey at that level.

"Yeah that's pretty fair. I want to figure out what's going on with this thing I'm doing, but I'm not sure I can do that without, uh. Breaking a bunch of your stuff."

"We CAN get you a grip strength tester.  Would you like to take a guiding break until it arrives?"