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There was a tikbalang waiting outside the reaper dorms that afternoon. He wasn't standing stock still like some stone sentry on guard, though. He was stretching and limbering up, his brown eyes darting towards the pathways and the entrance every so often. While he wasn't completely grim-faced, there was a serious determination in the slant of his square-root brows that meant he wasn't simply loitering around. He was here with a purpose.

Which happened to involve a certain cowboil-hat wearing reaper. Ever since Petro's first encounter with the reaper, he'd decided to help Mot build up his body. While at the same time get in some training of his own. It was a win-win situation!

Or at least, it was in Petro's mind. He'll be explaining it to Mot as soon as he found the reaper.

The unassuming cowboil in question had no idea his day had been decided for him. Mot was ready to head out for a walk when he noticed Petro outside. Warming up. Uh oh. What was he up to?

Mot raised an unseen brow, and walked cautiously towards the much bigger boil. "Howdy, partner." He called out, his hands tucked into his pockets as he eyed Petro carefully. "What's going on?" He wasn't waiting for him, he hoped. Petro seemed almost like he was gearing up for a beat down.

Petro eventually spotted Mot emerging from the dorms. Ah, good, the reaper looked as if he hadn't done anything particularly physically strenuous. This would mean he'd be well rested. All the better! The corners of the tikbalang's mouth pulled up into a smile, "'M glad y' asked! Was thinking about how y' said y' were more've a long-range fighter 'stead've a brawler. Was thinking we could both do with a bit'v target practice."

It was then he reached out to sling his arm around Mot's shoulder, partly as a show of camaraderie and partly to ensure that the reaper wasn't going anywhere. At least not without a good reason and maybe a bit of a struggle. What? At the very least, Tro was going to get some exercise out of this. Even if it was just a warm up.

While Petro wasn't one to pull punches, Mot didn't need to worry because even the tikbalang knew he couldn't right go full out on the hat-wearing reaper. He could tell by Mot's frame that he was no Shun and wouldn't be able to take or deal much damage when up close. But then that was one of the objectives, wasn't it? To see just how much Mot and dish out and take and then go from there.

On the other hand, Tro hadn't had much opportunity to dodge projectiles ever since he was enrolled in Amityville. Certainly, he was a monster, and by his very nature could withstand a lot of damage. But ever since the Fearados attack and getting that chunk of wood embedded in his shoulder, Tro got the inkling that maybe getting himself and anyone within reach out of harm's way was a more effective means of protection.

"Maybe y' could show me what y' got when we get there?" he suggested with a crooked smirk.

Show him what he had? What he was capable of as a gunman? Mot positively glowed in delight, a grin widening from ear to ear. When there was a chance to show off his weapon, and better yet, use it? He was game! "You bet! Come on, partner! Let's go let's go!" Mot seemed as eager as a child heading for the toy store, bouncing a bit and eager to get there as fast as possible.

"Race you!" He announced suddenly, darting off to the direction of the fitness room, his long legs taking him there quickly.

As it was, Petro was pretty eager to get their training started. The suggestion of a race, though? It was so on. While Mot had long legs, Petro had the advantage given he was taller than the hat-wearing reaper and also he ran everyday. EVERY. DAY. The other boil didn't stand a chance as the horse monster's bare feet kicked off the ground to chase after him. Mot's lead wouldn't last long as powerful legs propelled the tikbalang forward and past the cowboil.

He only stopped when he arrived at the Fitness Club's field, barely even breathing hard. Well, guess warming up wasn't going to take much longer. That was good. It meant they could get down to business sooner!