04-29-2021, 04:56 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 370px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.4; color: black;"]— "Where'd you learn how to do all of that?" Colt blinked and lifted his head as Lucia approached him, breathing still heavy, sweat dripping down his forehead and off the end of his nose. He lifted his eyebrows slightly, his chest tightening at her question. It was an easy one to tiptoe around, sure - he could give any old vague answer - but he still hated getting questions about his past in general. Hated having to lie right to his groupmates' faces. He wished that would just leave it alone.
He took another swig of his water, letting out a breath. "The group I grew up in was real big on combat training," he would tell her which - technically wasn't a lie. "I've had some good teachers." Yeah, professional mercenaries were pretty good teachers - especially when messing up had dire consequences. They expected perfection from him and the other trainees, nothing less - even when they were very young children.
"I bet I could do it, too. Teach me your ways?" Colt's face lit up at Lucia's request; he was more than happy to pass on some of his combat knowledge to a friend. He noticed that she seemed guarded, closed-off - like she was hesitant about asking to train with him. Had Colt known the reason why - that her family didn't train women to fight - he would be incredibly confused. After all, he'd grown up training side by side with girls and boys alike, doing the exact same exercises, completing the same jobs. The concept of women being frailer and less capable was not one that had ever crossed Colt's mind; many of the strongest mercenaries in the Ring were women.
At her request, he got back up to his feet, smiling. "Yeah, sure. I've never been much of a teacher myself, but I can give it a shot." He rolled out his shoulders, looking around. "What do you wanna focus on? Hands-only combat? We could do some stuff with knives, too."
He took another swig of his water, letting out a breath. "The group I grew up in was real big on combat training," he would tell her which - technically wasn't a lie. "I've had some good teachers." Yeah, professional mercenaries were pretty good teachers - especially when messing up had dire consequences. They expected perfection from him and the other trainees, nothing less - even when they were very young children.
"I bet I could do it, too. Teach me your ways?" Colt's face lit up at Lucia's request; he was more than happy to pass on some of his combat knowledge to a friend. He noticed that she seemed guarded, closed-off - like she was hesitant about asking to train with him. Had Colt known the reason why - that her family didn't train women to fight - he would be incredibly confused. After all, he'd grown up training side by side with girls and boys alike, doing the exact same exercises, completing the same jobs. The concept of women being frailer and less capable was not one that had ever crossed Colt's mind; many of the strongest mercenaries in the Ring were women.
At her request, he got back up to his feet, smiling. "Yeah, sure. I've never been much of a teacher myself, but I can give it a shot." He rolled out his shoulders, looking around. "What do you wanna focus on? Hands-only combat? We could do some stuff with knives, too."
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HAD NO ONE THERE TO WATCH HIM CRY *:・ﾟ✧*:・ﾟ✧