Training Day
This had the potential to be either their brightest idea ever or their worse. With all that had gone down lately, they felt like, well, simply felt like they weren't up snuff anymore.
And so, here they are, sitting on the forest floor, snacking while watching a six-foot something tall man beat the ever-loving fuck out of a training dummy.
Since it appeared that Talion was winding down in his training regiment, they crumpled up their snacks and placed them in their backpack seeing as Talion most likely wouldn't approve of them littering his in the forest.
Standing to make their way over the other man, they stop a few feet behind him and nervously clear their throat to announce their new position. “Excuse me, Sir. But I have a.. uh.. a favor to ask of you. And that is that I was wondering if you.. would consider teaching me how to fight?” The question itself is spoken rather quickly, then followed up by a slightly more composed statement.
“I mean, that's not to say that I don't know how to fight. But that I want to learn how to fight better, you know? Learn how to, I dunno, execute better holds and find out the proper way to throw a Superman punch or something. Ya get what I’m trying to say here?”
