"I headbutted him," Wilhelm corrects. Looking back, it's kind of funny that that was his first instinct. What the fuck was he thinking?
He only learned how to defend himself when Kyle offered to teach him here. He feels good about the progress that he's made since then, though he's always fighting off the feeling that it's never enough. That brawl in the night club would go very differently, he thinks, if he could get a rematch now. He wouldn't be leaving with a shiner this time.
Though he's received formal training for some months now, he's interested in the alternative perspective Kell has to offer, tips and tricks picked up in bars and back alleys. Especially in the shadow of their ordeal in the pit, he'll take anything that could bolster his meager arsenal. So he listens, and he absorbs, and he grabs for more.
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He only learned how to defend himself when Kyle offered to teach him here. He feels good about the progress that he's made since then, though he's always fighting off the feeling that it's never enough. That brawl in the night club would go very differently, he thinks, if he could get a rematch now. He wouldn't be leaving with a shiner this time.
Though he's received formal training for some months now, he's interested in the alternative perspective Kell has to offer, tips and tricks picked up in bars and back alleys. Especially in the shadow of their ordeal in the pit, he'll take anything that could bolster his meager arsenal. So he listens, and he absorbs, and he grabs for more.
"Sure, why the hell not?"