It's been a couple of weeks since then, and I've gotten a little more used to... it. When I aim at them, I still just can't not feel bad, with them crying and sometimes screaming, just laying there helplessly. But, I have managed to shoot a few. I'm not as skilled as the man in the mask, but I have been able to, more or less. I still have to look away, but the man in the mask would always tell me to look back, and I'm kind of scared of him, so I do, but I still get grossed out. today, the man in the mask said we're going to test my strength, and put me up against one, both of us unarmed, but it will have a slight disadvantage, because this is my first time. The disadvantage chosen was a slash to the back of one knee. I walked in and saw them, they were sitting in the corner, holding their leg. I still felt a little bad, but that was all gone when it lunged at me, and tried to slash at my throat, so I dodged as fast as I could, and punched it as hard as I could right in the chest, with all of the strength I had gained from training, it sent it right to the ground. I was amazed by the strength I had gained from training, but I knew it would get right back up with time, so I got ready and into a defensive stance, and when it got up, it charged at me, but it had been slowed because of the wound on its leg. I immediately dodged and grabbed it by the arm and threw it against the ground, it seemed to be losing consciousness, when it finally went limp, knocking it out was enough for me to win and pass. I walked out of the room feeling confident, and ready to fight again.
