Leon tried to hold back his snickers from the eager eagle eye archer, the key word was tried. "use the puppy eyes, maybe you could get away with it." he replied back before stumbling on the path from the chuckled that wracked his body. "If not, your comedy bit might work."
Once the gigglefit died down, the boxer found his peace and went back to the topic of punching, and held out a water bottle in front of himself. "Its just Jabs that are straightforward, or hooks that cross over and go diagonal, away from the opponents body." he demonstrated with his one arm on the poor plastic container as it crinkled and contorted under the pressure. "And just exerting the force in your body efficiently toward the opponent, honestly you might be able to do more damage with your baseball bat bow, but we can fix that." he offered in a positive tone as the buildings became close enough to see the trainees and hunters milling about in more detail.
Like "check out the size of that girl's butt" kind of detail.
"I guess we'll meet up tomorrow then Bix, make sure you bring some water and a towel, you'll need it." he offered slyly and followed the guy's gaze to the rear that just passed by. "Dude, rule one of working out, no popping wood around your partner."
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Deus Ex Machina
Welcome to Deus Ex Machina, a humble training facility located on a remote island.
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