Ty slipped through the door as the last customer left the gym. He smirked faintly, walking over to where Kim was packing up the equipment.
"Sorry, we're closed," Kim said, glancing back at him.
"Yeah," Ty replied, smiling charmingly. "I just have a small favour to ask."
"Well, you'll have to ask it tomorrow," Kim told him firmly. "Now, if you'd - "
Ty held his hand up, freezing Kim on the spot. He pushed slightly, sending the personal trainer flying against the wall, where he elevated him.
Kim closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he tried to focus enough to teleport out.
"No no," Ty grinned, raising his other hand. He pointed at him, dragging his finger through the air, a corresponding cut appearing on Kim's forehead.
"Argh!" Kim yelled, writhing in pain.
Ty smirked, releasing his hold once the yelling had stopped. His eyes glowed faintly, and he teleported to the other side of the room.
"Nice."