Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Training with Blitzo

Millie and Moxxie were away for a week. They left their kids Michael and Minnie with Blitzo. They felt somewhat confident in this semi-questionable decision since he was already a father. And they weren't too disappointed. When they returned, their precious little girl had become one Hell of an archer. Blitzo honestly would've preferred to go with the sharpshooter option. But he knew his employees wouldn't be thrilled. So, he got her a bow and quiver of arrows and started teaching Minnie how to fire like Hell's famous Demon Hood. And she was a natural at the sport. In just that one week, she learned how to string her bow, knew what kind of arrow to use on a target, and where to shoot to make it really hurt. Blitzo was proud of her. He only hoped Moxxie and Millie wouldn't be too pissed off.

A month later, Minnie had her weapon of choice. She wasn't a fan of guns like her dad and uncle. And spears like the ones her mom wielded didn't resonate with her as much. She doubled down on her training and eventually set up her own archery range at home in the backyard. And she practiced for hours every day. Gradually, her parents allowed her to accompany them on jobs. Of course, she was always told to stay back. But that didn't sit with her. Minnie was skilled. And she damn well knew what she was doing.

For her 13th birthday, Minnie got a heavier bow and a bigger quiver. It was perfect. While still young, her proficiency was well above average. And instead of hitting her piñata with a bat, she fired an arrow into it. Which was much more fun. Minnie got better with her new gear and loved it. She was hardly seen with her bow and quiver on her back. Though sad to admit, she was growing up fast. Hell did that to a person. Childhood never lasted long. But that also meant Minnie knew how to handle herself and survive. She was already racking up her own kill count. And out of a bit of respect, she kept records of her bodies. Why? Who knew?