"Some of the Jedi do use their mind stuff," Tyler pointed out, not exactly disagreeing. "The thing is, I've never seen a Jedi lose control or do anything that could hurt anybody but their sparring partner, and we get a shitload of them."

He lolled his head back against the couch. The Scotch was settling over him like a warm blanket. "Why can't hand-to-hand and not being injured be enough for people? It's not like the club rules are exactly complicated."