[ Andyr considers giving this guy the same response as he did Dutch, that it trains bad habits into you. it's be alright for someone fighting for sport or to disable, but not for someone that needs to kill quickly and move on, which is exactly what Andyr needs his combat to be at, for him to do what he needs to at home. He'd lived by the theory that if he can't drop someone in 2-5 hits, he's fucking up.
but that's not entirely true, is it? more difficult to ignore right now, when he's worked up and all of it's at the surface. maybe part of it are, but in reality, he doubts those instincts of his would fizzle out from more control training sessions here or there. and that's the core of the real problem - in hapsburg, he'd completely given up any level of restraint. when a hand landed on him, and he felt that instinct to take it and start pulling the body attached apart, he'd just let himself go. given the guards usually came in groups - three or more - he had trained himself how to kill quickly and move on, but when it came to it, he'd just let himself snap, and now, as it had earlier, when Snake called out to him, his body moves before his mind catches up to stop it.
that, and the fact the entire set up of a control practice fight makes takes his mind back to a life he'll never have again - training in his father's school, going to tournament and competitions for the sport of it. the thought of it isn't something he can stomach, and when they enter the rec room, with the training mats in the center, a glance is shot towards them, before he turns, and heads to the free weights. ] People die when I fight. Apparently that's a problem here.
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but that's not entirely true, is it? more difficult to ignore right now, when he's worked up and all of it's at the surface. maybe part of it are, but in reality, he doubts those instincts of his would fizzle out from more control training sessions here or there. and that's the core of the real problem - in hapsburg, he'd completely given up any level of restraint. when a hand landed on him, and he felt that instinct to take it and start pulling the body attached apart, he'd just let himself go. given the guards usually came in groups - three or more - he had trained himself how to kill quickly and move on, but when it came to it, he'd just let himself snap, and now, as it had earlier, when Snake called out to him, his body moves before his mind catches up to stop it.
that, and the fact the entire set up of a control practice fight makes takes his mind back to a life he'll never have again - training in his father's school, going to tournament and competitions for the sport of it. the thought of it isn't something he can stomach, and when they enter the rec room, with the training mats in the center, a glance is shot towards them, before he turns, and heads to the free weights. ] People die when I fight. Apparently that's a problem here.