"I could. But I doubt I'd do s**t" he sighed, getting up as he said it, to wander to one of the dummies, flexing and cracking his knuckles before swinging out in a very forceful punch. The dummy merely rattled under the blow. "See? Designed for weapons, doesn't matter how hard you can ******** punch." He gave his now bloodied knuckles a distant glance before idly running his tongue across them in a bizarrely animalistic gesture. "I could hit it all ******** day and I doubt I'd make it budge a ******** inch."

He shrugged. "Also hurts like a b***h, but that never stopped me."

Again he critically eyed the scythe. "You have to learn to be good with the amount of blade you have too, I mean scythes are ******** weird like that, you have a blade at an angle. Like I dunno, a polearm that's bent. Good for wheat, not good if the person's right in front of you unless you swing it overhead. But I guess all that will come with practice. She'll guide you too. Like I had no ******** idea how to use an axe before and like now I just know s**t I didn't before. Took a lot of nearly ******** dislocating my shoulders to figure it out though."

He smirked at the blade got stuck. "And you'll get stronger too. Not physically maybe, not too much but like. Everything just feels easier, you hit harder without realising it. I hadn't noticed it and wouldn't have until they cuffed me. You'll get it."