Nick has a newfound obsession with teaching you to defend yourself. First it was the knives, then it was the guns, now it’s just general hand-to-hand combat. Like with the knives, he tells you that your agility will be a bigger strength than physical force. He likes to drill you until you’re too exhausted to continue, saying that you’ll thank him when you have to fight for your life. Ominous, sure, but you pretend not to notice.
“Don’t be afraid of hurting your opponent,” he says, “because they won’t be afraid to hurt you. If you’ve got someone attacking you, they won’t hesitate to fuck you up. And I don’t wanna lose you.”
“I’m not afraid of hurting anyone but you, Nicky,” you remind.
He rolls his eyes and gestures for you to put your hands up again. “Just do it, hit me. I promise I won’t be mad.”
“No…”
“I’m trying to help you, okay? Just- if you can’t hit me, find something else you can hit without hurting yourself so I can see if you’re hitting hard enough or we need to keep working.”
Something in his voice isn’t quite right, but you don’t question him further and start searching the yard for something to punch.
“Do it, hit me!” + hitman!nick
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