"I always wondered why your home had a glimmering effect to it."

Comber looked at his front door his home, then to his right at Nome.

"That's because there's gold plates fixed to the top of my home, they're in corresponding spots so it can give that glimmer effect."

"Now I see."

Comber walked towards the front door, Nome fallowing him. Comber unlocked the door with a touch of his hoof. Nome walked through as Comber held it open, then after, shutting it slowly. Did the door sensed his hoof print? Probably has a key to use just in case his hoof print gets damaged from a Battle.

"I bet other workers homes look nothing like this, so clean."

"Thanks. Not every spot is, as you would know and tell, but the backyard isn't the neatest."

Nome remember what Comber's backyard looked like, what is he talking about? The grass seemed very healthy to him. Only the dummies what made the backyard look a mess, that's probably what he's talking about.

"It's better than most ponies, trust me, only the dummies make it look, won't say bad, but scary. Haha."

Nome didn't want Comber to downgrade how clean is home is all together, but there's no convincing him.

"Well, you ready for you next lesson?"

Nome felt butterflies in his stomach. He had to push those emotions to the side, he knew there's no time to let emotions effect his actions and performance. Remember, he's not actually fighting, he's learning.

"Yes Comber."

"This way Nome."

Comber gestured a hoof towards Nome, indicating to fallow him. Nome fallowed Comber, looking around at the cabinets, counters, the sink, and the window and curtains, Celestia those curtains look very nice. Does Comber like living in royalty? Is he secretly a royal guard? Hahaha, no. When Nome entered the Zen garden, it smelled like a beautiful bloom. Comber opened the back door, straighting the water can on the hoof rale. Nome walked outside, into the backyard.

("Yup, those dummies are-!")

The back door closed behind them. The birds was chipping, the sun shining. Ah this was a beautiful day. Comber walked pass Nome, using a hoof to indicate him to come at him.

"I want to test what you previously learned before, let's see if you improve?"

"R-right!"

Nome got into his stance, ready to dash at Comber, he was planning his moveset, how's he's going to go a about the attack. Nome smirk, running at Comber. Comber got on guard, ready for Nome's attack. Nome zigzag towards Comber, jumping up and performing a cartwheel. Comber was surprised he was able to do that now, but what's more surprising is how's Nome approaching him, he ain't using a simple basic dash attack. He threw a punch at Comber, Comber caught the attack, here's where the issue rises. Comber let go of Nome's left hoof, allowing Nome to take a few steps back.

"How's-is that?"

Comber thought about all the actions Nome performed, the zigzag was a decent deception movement, the cartwheel was unnecessary. The punch didn't have the full force of what it should have, but Comber could tell Nome tried his best, which he definitely did better than his initial start to the last training. Corner knew how to punch which is why he won against Nome. Time to give him his grade.

"6/10 is your grade, the reason is because of your punch mainly, that's the important part of martial arts. Your attack must be potent. You can not hope to win against your opponent if you don't throw punches correctly and with the full force your body is capable of. Don't be demotivated, because you did better than your initial start to your training yesterday. You did okay Nome."

Nome felt bad for disappointing Comber but he did try his best. He had a feeling the way he was going to punch was wrong, he thought about how to do it like yesterday, finally able to understand it again. Nome frowned then grew a smirk, facing Comber again who had what would be a teacher expression on his face.

"I understand, I still need more practice to retrain my brain on how to attack with potency and not how it's used to punching."

"Correct. When you fought Corner he knew how to punch correctly which is why is attack potency was greater. Do you need me to show you how to punch the correct way again?"

"I think I remember it, if not then yes."

Nome confidently told Comber, getting into his stance. That's a good start, always good to get into your fighting stance. Let's you be ready for when the battle starts.

"You did good on not fearing your opponent but that's probably because you know this isn't an actual fight, that's why you don't fear me. You did good against Colin, surprised and disappointed he was able to best you but then again, you only had one day of training, so that explains it."

Nome felt butterflies in his stomach, as well as shamed and excuse, it's a concoction of emotions. Nome got into his fighting stance once again, ready to try again.

"Let me try again."

Comber gave Nome a smirk, ready to ask his question.

"Show me how to properly punch, and we can."

"Yes!"

Nome gripped his right hoof, throwing it to the left, getting his mind in sync with his body. He's ready. He threw the punch in the air, with his right front hoof, turning to his left as he did. Comber gave Nome a clap.

"Yup, that's how you do it Nome, when you swing with your body and move your rear legs at a certain angles, you can travel the force from the legs to the punch and with the momentum of your movement, there's even more force. As I said, you may try again."

Nome got into a running stance, his rear hooves in the air, one of them coming down and brushing the grass. This confused Comber.

("What the heck are you doing Nome, that's not a martial arts stance, that's a bull's stance. Tch.")

Nome ran at Comber, faster than he did before. He wondered why bulls run like that and now he understands. He ran directly at Comber throwing a punch with the turn of his body. Comber dodged the attack by moving his chin up. Nome attacked again, aiming for his check, Comber dodged, Nome tried a third time, the punch connected. Nome wanted to smile, he actually landed a punch on Comber face. Comber gave Nome a smirk, he threw the punches correctly this time. It appears Nome punched Comber however Comber just blocked the attack with a tip of his hoof. He let go of Nome's hoof, allowing him to take a couple of steps back. Nome and Comber was head level, facing each other with serious expressions.

"Very good Nome and that initial stance is a bull's, not a martial artist. But you did run faster, so I guess it works, whatever gives you the edge in battle take it, that's a lesson, rather that means emotional, physical or mental affecting your opponent and his weaknesses. You threw your punches correctly. Good job, I would like you to practice more on your on free time with throwing your punches as for your body to remember, you would have to practice, as that makes perfect."

"Right, I understand Comber."

Nome replied with a smile. Comber gave Nome an approving head nod with a smile.

"Good. I see you also got over the fear of your opponent, very good job Nome, that emotion, fear, it only slows you down. Don't fear your opponent, don't fear the consequences of your actions, and don't fear what'll you become from all this."

"Yes Comber."

"Good. Now I do want you to practice hitting me again, this time I'm going to gauge your reaction time to mine. Attack me Nome."

Nome nodded his head, charging at Comber again from his stance. He attacked Comber with a punch head towards the right side of his check, Comber dodged it, Nome kept attacking Comber but Comber kept dodging all his attacks? How is it possible for him not to be out of stamina yet? Nome wanted to throw punches randomly to not let Comber read his movements but remembered that this is a test of reaction speed as well as him to throw the punches correctly. Nome stopped trying, taking a breather.

"Wow... Your, reaction speed is something else."

Comber gave a smirk to Nome. Doesn't he remember he was fighting the rank 2 of the organization? It's good not to remember rank as that can be deceiving at some point; don't let it scare you. Comber walked around Nome.

"Your reaction time Nome is 70 millisconds. That's not bad."

"What how can you tell exactly?"

Comber looked at his watch them back at Nome.

"Simple, my watch was recording your movements?"

"Wait, what!? How!?"

"It's high tech Nome. Haven't you notice everytime you threw an attack, I would dodge with my right front hoof out, having it close to your hoof?"

Nome had a flashback, he did, so not only be was dodging him but as well as making sure that part wasn't damaged either. Wow what a monster.

"What's the normal reaction time?"

Comber had a storm expression.

"250 milliseconds, which is average. Anything higher than that, especially over 300 milliseconds is due to aging, mental effects or brain trauma, and I mean higher in reaction speed."

"I-I see. So mine is a little above the average?"

"Correct. Now there's ways you can improve your reaction time, especially for your age, such as: Agility drills, ladder drills; staying focused is one of the key points, if your focus on catch something from the sky that is small, you should be able to catch it as long as it won't hurt you like obviously a weapon. However."

Comber grabbed his knife from inside his cape, throwing it up. Nome watched as he did.

"Pay attention on how you would want to catch a weapon, normally you would want to go for the handle, but let's say that's out of the question."

Comber performed a 360 turn, his head still focused on the knife. Comber grabbed the knife with both hoofs against the blade. Nome was shocked, it was even more shocking when Comber spun the knife around by thr blade towards his face, pointing it at Nome next.

"Now that will be one of your task is catching items, or in this case weapons. On your own time perform Agility Drills and Ladder Exercise."

Nome gave Comber a nod, before being confused on the last part. Ladder Exercises? What is that?

"What is a Ladder Exercises?"

Comber wasn't shocked Nome asked that, many ponies would assume that means climbing a ladder but that's not it.

"Alright, so you would grab a ladder and throw it down on the ground, you would try to step in between the ladder steps without touching, the ways you can do is side steps, jumps, and one foot jumps, you can even think of other exercises yourself that fits you."

"Thank you Comber for explaining that."

Comber gave Nome a smile. What type of sensei would he be if he didn't explain a lesson he gave his student? Not a good one.

"A teacher always explains the meaning behind his teachings, otherwise the students won't understand what they just learn."

"That's true."

Nome replied. Comber walked towards his home, walking to the right of it, grabbing a ladder. Nome was confused at first but remember what him and Comber was talking about previously. He didn't think an actual ladder would be used. Now the name makes absolutely sense. Comber used a hoof to lift the wooden ladder up, carrying it towards Nome, putting it on the ground carefully. Nome stared at it, waiting for an indication from Comber.

"So to do this you have to jump, depending on what you're doing, I recommend you use your two hind hooves to stand straight up and jump, as four hooves would be a little harder for the first time, but whatever fits your mind."

Nome didn't like standing up on his two rear hooves, but if Comber recommends it for a lesson then it's best not to ignore. Nome did as he was suggested, jumping into the first hole between the bars of the ladder, then jumped into the second one, then the third one. Nome speed his pace up, nearly messing up in the end. When he finished the exercise, he turned around back on all fours hooves, towards Comber.

"How's that?"

Comber had a strict expression. It seems like Nome has adaptation, so that means at first he would be slow at what he's doing; as time goes by, his speed increases. There's nothing wrong with being adaptable. However you should train yourself to be somewhat quick in the beginning of what you're doing.

"You did okay, this is your first time, now repeat this 2 more times, then I give you a grade on it."

"Yes Comber."

Nome was confident he can improve now. He stood on two hind hooves, repeating what he did again and again. After he was done he faced Comber once again; who deduction was correct. Nome is adaptable. That's not a bad ability to have especially against your opponent.

"How I do?"

Comber smirked.

"I'll give you an 8/10. The two points is because of nearly the stumble in the last one, don't let the rhythm be thrown off balance. I'm judging you based on your current reaction speed as of now but now that you know how to do this, make sure to practice more when you get home. No slacking. You have a ladder at your home right?"

Nome nodded his head with a yes.

"Alright, you understand, next time I will test you again. Make sure to practice because this time I'm looking for improvements, even if it's in milliseconds."

"Understood."

Comber picked up the ladder, taking back to where he got it from. Comber made his way back to Nome.

"Now you can do four hooves jump, but also side jumps like a hoof from the side of the ladder, remember the bars can't be touched and you wouldn't want to break your ladder by mistake. You can think of ways that best fit your exercise."

"Thanks Comber."

Comber gave Nome a approving nod. The part time assassin started to think of the next lesson to teach Nome. He thought of one he had plan.

"Next you're going to try catching a weapon, you never know when this training would come in hoofy? Like when your opponent throws it at you."

"That makes sense Comber."

"It does but it's a rare thing for an opponent would do, and the reason for this is because if they lose their weapon, most of the time the workers at the organization rather use weapons than hooves. If they lose their weapon... They lose their leverage."

"So in terms it sounds like they would throw their weapon at a last resort."

"Correct, unless they have a rebound technique, or security on their weapon."

"Security? How can security be on a weapon if it's just a weapon?"

"Simple Nome."

Comber grabbed his knife which startled Nome; after grabbing the knife from within his bag, he sat it on the ground, the handle facing Nome.

"Pick it up and you'll see and learn that I know what I'm-!"

Nome bent down, picking it up with a hoof, the moment he had a grip on the knife, he felt a wave of shock through him, what the buck he thought, as he fully picked the knife up? Nome felt the shock become more powerful. Nome dropped the knife, blowing his left hoof off in attempts to cool it down. He watched as Comber picked up the knife with no harm. Nome remembers seeing the smirk on Comber's face, he wasn't using magic so how was this shocking him that badly?

"Ow! That hurt a lot!"

"And you didn't believe me. This is a new method that will keep your weapon safe. Only ponies I authorize it to touch can touch it."

"Ho-how does that-work?"

Comber smirked again. It's a security method as mentioned.

"It's a security method as I mentioned before."

"But how?"

"I believe it's magic that's embedded into their weapon, like an enchantment."

"Can it be undone?"

"Maybe? But why would you want your weapon to be able to be used with no harm from your attacker?"

"Wait so you don't even know."

"Again, this weapon as an origin behind it, a long one. As a holder I am new and part of that origin."

"I... See."

"Good."

Comber looked around for a something that can be used as a weapon, he saw a bulky branch, that will work. Comber made his way to the branch, picking it up, walking back to where he was once standing. Nome was curious to what he was doing. Comber was cutting the beach top, he was cutting all around it. After he was finished he looked at Nome.

"This is what will be you'll test catching weapon. I tried not to make it sharp, because you know why."

"Yes, I do."

"Good. Are you ready, I'm going to review your stance, and the method you use to catch the weapon."

Nome nodded his head, having a serious expression on his face as he stared into Comber's eyes. Comber threw the what would suppose to be a stake into the air, it spun vertically as it was falling back down, None got into his fighting stance, jumping up and catching the stake on his fist try. When he landed he twirled the stake around his head, spinning it and pointing it at Comber, nearly poking him in the nose. Comber used a hoof to gently push the stake down, he gave Nome a smile. Really good.

"With the extra points on your first try as I'm grading and not as you are experience. You score a 12/10 for the extra spin and then pointing at your opponent. I would assume you would attempted to stab your opponent when you are actually in a fight?"

"Yes I would indeed Comber."

"Good. Make sure to practice with other weapons later on at your home, like the common ones: Knives, daggers, swords, axes blunt weapons such as mallets, pipes, this weapon isn't common. Then work you're way to machine weapons such as a chainsaw which is extremely uncommon."

"Understood Comber. I will get some from a shop later on and practice."

"Good. Now if you need any practice tips down the road, let me know. The proper way to catch a weapon is by the most leverage part. You obviously don't want to try by the part that would damage your opponent. You can grab it near that part but being risky of being injured, especially if your opponent has the weapon still in their possession. If it's breakable, just like this stick, then put pressure on that part as your opponent is already doing it to a corresponding point, the increase pressure at those angles would break it."

"Make sense."

"Now the next lesson to learn is to harden up. You need to not be afraid to spill blood or to get it on you. You might be a little concerned because of your job and Blood Bron pathogens, but I assure you it's better then being killed."

"I agree with that."

"So you will practice on a deceased pony. This isn't a abuse of a corpse. Think of education of a corpse."

Nome didn't like the idea of getting his hooves dirty with blood but Comber is correct, in battle it's bound to happen.

"Where would a corpse even be around here anyway, it not like you can magically teleport one in?"

Comber chuckled, looking back at his house, remembering what happened last night, he remember see the corpse as he walked towards his home. Nome is oblivious.

"I'll be right back."

Comber jumped over the fence, walking towards a certain fence at the front of his yard. It was his neighbors fence, guess he was too scared to remove the body or somehow never notice it; that or he doesn't care which would mean he works for the organization. Comber picked the body of the fence, what was this colt's name again? He guess corpse. After Comber grabbed the body be teleported back into his backward, surprising Nome with the sight of the dead body.

"What, wait is that a colt who attempted to kill you last night?"

"Indeed he was, he had a spiking landing."

Nome that that was a cruel joke but then again they all did attempted to ambush Comber and kill him. Most of the workers are evil so yeah, what he deserves.

Comber created a magic bag around the body so none gets on his grass. Nome was kinda scare to touch the inside of a pony, he knew that was what Comber wanted him to do. Nome stepped onto the bag with a nervous face.

"What-whats's next?"

Comber smirked, walking back to his house, walking inside the house. Nome was curious, but assume Comber went to get a weapon for him. Comber walked back into the backyard with a knife that seemed to be curved like a sickle. He also a another weapon floating above him with magic. He floated the weapon over to Nome who used his magic to grab them.

"Now, you are going to fight this corpse as it attacks you."

Did Comber not hear himself? A corpse attacking? What the buck is it, a zombie? Comber smirked, telling Nome had a what expression on his face. The part time assassin activated his magic, using it to control the corpse on the mat? Comber can multitask magic? How did he learn that? The mat increase in size.

"Ready, use those weapons lethality, don't pull your attacks because you're afraid of anything."

"Got it!"

Nome got into his stance, choosing the knife over the sickle. Good choice. The sickle is only deadly in a curve attack. Comber controlled the corpse to attack Nome, Nome blocked the first attack, landing a powerful stab through the neck of the corpse, his eyes closed as he did. The corpse fell, representing a pony if they were stabbed through the spinal cord. None opened his eyes.

"How's that?"

"You closed your eyes, never do that again. The attack was lethal, the block was good with a single hoof so you can counter, but the closing your eyes to prepare for impact, don't do that, you never know if your opponent is going to dodge a d the literal blind spot you created for yourself, you'll get attack and it could be fatal depending on the aim of your opponent."

Nome never liked to be lectured but he knew Comber is right, he's going have to push through that weird emotion of stabbing through a gut.

Comber used his magic to stand the corpse back up, this time on all four hooves.

"In combat with another pony standing up would leave you wise open, however you can still learn to fight in the manner as I did. I want to see your approach this time against a pony who walks as one."

Nome understood the lesson, he held the knife with a tight grip, got into his stance, before changing it fastly to a running stance. Nome ran as the corpse controlled by Comber's magic dared him with a gestured to attack him. Nome took a slash at the pony, slicing the jugular veins of the neck. Nome was expecting for blood to gush out, but none did. At first he wondered why then the thought hit him. This is a dead body, the heart ain't pumping and the lungs ain't breathing so how could blood rush and gush? His instinct was to shield his face from the gushing blood; that won't be good as a grade from Comber. That's basically telling your opponent I didn't like to get too dirty with blood and if that's the case then they would know just what to do to win that battle. Nome spun the knife in his hoof around a little before holding it with magic facing down as if it was in a case. The corpse dropped to the ground.

"Very good Nome, you wasted no time and went for the kill, which if this was an actual alive pony it would've been a slaughter. Now, your opponent won't just stand there and dare you to come at them, no... They will try to fight, but first evade the attack, if they are smart that is, blocking a stab isn't always a great thing."

"I figured that much Comber. Thanks for the lessons."

Comber nodded his head in approval.

"Now come at me with the same attack."

Nome was in shock, come at him with the sane attack but why? He doesn't want to kill Comber or hurt him.

"No offense I don't want to hurt you or even kill you Comber by accident."

"Trust me Nome, you won't."

Comber smirked as he got into his stance, he used a hoof to dare Nome to attack him, Nome flew the knife down into his hand. Looking at his reflection then back at Comber with a face saying he's ready.

"Alright Comber, here I come."

Nome got into his stance before changing it to a running stance, his eyes focus on Comber's neck. He dashed at Comber, ready to attack him. Comber waited for his attack. None attempted to stab Comber upwards into the neck. Comber grabbed onto the hoof with the weapon, pushing it back down, before throwing a punch that purposely messed Nome face. Comber pulled his hoof back. Nome had a shocked expression, he not only stopped his attack with perfect precision but at the same time countered. Comber let go of Nome's hoof, ready to explain.

"So did you see how I moved? I moved perpendicular to you so the attack would be harder to hit, and addition to that; I knew you were aiming for an attack from below, so the way to defend against that is by grabbing the hoof with the weapon in it, and pushing it down with all our might. Remember this is for opponents with weapons; such as knives which are very common to see."

"I see, so pushing it in a direction it's coming from prevents the attack."

"That's not always the case, but for a lot of them, yes. This also depends if your opponent is strong enough to push through your grip; which is why you should use two hooves for this. Try to injury that hoof of your opponent so they don't try again or even dishoof them of their weapon; with their probably most dominant hoof."

"That all makes sense."

"Indeed."

"But why be in a perpendicular position against an attacker?"

"So perpendicular means at a 90 degree angle position. You want to face that of your attacker so they have to turn with their attack. This gives you enough reaction time to react. Now for me that's a different story. However I've learned not to be over confident with my reaction speed."

"That's true, never be cocky."

"Wiser words Nome, easier said then done."

Comber backed away, causing Nome to stare at him, wondering what's next.

"Now most of the time your attacker isn't just going to be like: Oh. I messed my first attack, time to go home and give up. So remember to keep that momentum of dodging and countering. Don't assume you won and the only reason I say this is because I seen and been in too many battles and 98% of them was resilience, meaning the opponent didn't give up easy."

Nome didn't respond but listened, Comber knows a lot of martial arts doesn't he? Maybe that's why he's so confident in leaving the organization?

"Attack me again, but this time from an angle."

Nome nodded in agreement. Looking down at his blade then back at Comber. He's ready. Nome charged at Comber. Attacking him from the left, Comber used one of his hooves to grab the near the wrist of the the hoof with ye weapon in it; after grabbing the back of the hoof itself; using it as leverage to toss Nome over him with his own momentum. Nome felt a little sore as the toss wasn't as powerful as it could've been. Nome rubbed his behind, before getting back up, realizing his knife was gone. He turned to Comber to see it floating with his magic. But how and when, he didn't use his magic at all just a couple of seconds ago. Comber grabbed the knife from the air, canceling his magic.

"I think this is yours Nome."

Cmber hoofed the knife back to Nome. Nome felt a little embarrassed, not trying to show it as he grabbed his knife back.

"Thanks, but ain't this your knife?"

"No. This was one I once had. The knife you hold is yours."

Nome held the knife in his left hoof. Looking into his reflection as he thought to himself. Comber really just gave him this knife? Is he sure? Nome looked back at Comber with an unsure expression.

"Thanks, but do you think I could kill a pony?"

"Everypony can kill another, it just depends on their will power as well as their skill. You heart is light of sins as I don't remember you killing anypony."

Nome wasn't sure if Comber was mocking him or complementing him? Probably both.

"That's true. I don't like the idea of taking another pony's life."

Comber walked over to Nome, putting a hoof on his right shoulder, then left.

"Listen to me Nome, I don't like the idea of taking another pony's life either, however if that's your job then it can't be helped. A cruel job we are in, and you can agree with me that nearly all of those workers don't deserve to live anymore."

"Do-do you think that of yourself as well?"

Comber who was walking away, stopped, turning to Nome with a serious expression.

"I've pounder it long ago when I was very young, but such thoughts and emotions would get in your path of success. I can't be my own judge. I'm sure you knew that."

"That's true. What's the next lesson?"

Comber smirked, pointing a hoof at a dummy, using his unicorn magic to stick it up and dare Nome to attack him.

"That's what's next my friend. I want you to practice a lot more with that knife, focus on fatal blows to a pony's body."

"Understood Comber."

Nome gripped his knife harder, before running towards the dummy, giving it a stab through the chest. Comber used an X-ray spell to see if that was fatal and sure enough, it was, right through the heart, as well as the spinal cord. Magic blood burst out, landing on Nome who was kinda shocked but claimed down realizing it was just magic. He didn't think you could conjure a spell like that? Who is he kidding, it's magic? Nome slid, turning with his body and stabbing the knife into the temple.

"Very good Nome. The temple of the skull is fragile compared to the rest of the skull."

"Exactly. I knew that."

The wounds healed on the dummy. Nome took a slash to the throat, then turning the knife upwards and stabbing it through the jaw of the pony. Comber was impressed with the type of fatal attacks he's landing.

"Well that's a way to shut your opponent up. Hahaha."

Nome turned around as the magic around the dummy disappear, allowing it to fall back to the ground with no damage.

"Was that like an actual pony?"

"If you're asking me if it was a real pony? The answer is obviously no. I did use my magic to give the same durability a natural pony would have, if that's what you're asking."

Nome nodded his head with a yes.

"And those are all fatal attack but remember your opponent isn't going to standing there and let you attack him with full force. They would try to dodge or reduced the force as I'm sure you knew."

Nome understood Comber, giving him such an expression.

"You done for today Nome or do you want to learn something else? If not, you can practice at home what I taught you today."

Nome nodded, thinking what he wanted to do. Maybe he should go and practice, then tomorrow come back even more prepared for the next task. Nome has to put his knife away in a case for such a weapon.l, can't just be his bag.

"I think it's best I practiced what I've learn so far, because to learn more and attempt to practice all of them would be tiring in one day, I want to work on my reaction time as well as my punches some more."

Comber wasn't shocked he was going to choose that, nor was he disappointed, he understands ponies learn at their own pace. He grew a smirk.

"That sounds good. I don't want to see an incorrect punch from you tomorrow. I want all your punches to be correctly."

"I understand, how long should I practice?"

Comber walked closer to Nome with a teacher like expression.

"That's is up to you, I can't control you, even if I could it's not right. I recommend you practice for a long time to break the habit of throwing the improper punch. You're used to doing it so your body instincts tell you to throw it like that with urges. You have to practice the correct way of punching so your body instincts isn't against themselves with your mind."

"I wondered what that urge to throw my punches improperly was. Thanks for explaining that and for the lessons Comber."

Comber gave Nome a smirk, fallowing him back into his house. Nome saw most of the flowers in the zen garden was closed; that's how you know it's dark outside without a clock. They're flowers are pretty. Both colts walked into the kitchen, then into the living room towards the front door. Nome came to a complete stop, turning around to meet Comber eye to eye.

"Please don't do something too risky Comber. You know I care about you."

Nome was mainly worried about Comber leaving the organization, that's going to get him killed. The thought of leaving just send shivers down your spine; especially if you think about how Blade threatened them all and showed them what will happen with an example. Comber gave Nome a reassurance smile.

"I'm not easy to kill, as you should know. I've performed a lot of risky stunts in the past and still came up on top. Don't worry Nome, nothing going to happen to me, at least as of now."

Nome smiled at Comber, before turning to the front door, ready to open it.

"I trust you Comber."

Nome said before using a hoof to unlock the front door locks, his hoof now on the door knob. Comber watched as he opened the door, slowly turning around to his friend and master.

"I'll see you tomorrow, don't be too reckless."

Comber chuckled. Nome worries too much about him as if he was a brother. Comber gave Nome a warming smile.

"You worry to much my friend. I appreciate how much you care about me, but trust me again, I'm good."

Nome smiled back at Comber before closing the door, hearing it locked behind him. The young unicorn turned away from the house, viewing Flustered Town scenery.

("Time to train myself.")

Nome told himself, prepping his confidence as he walked home. He probably should get a container for his new weapon before heading home, and this Town would surely have something like that in a smith shop. Nome smiled with excitement as he continues to walk home.

Comber has already threw his cape in the washer, he doesn't need to practice today or weight lift. You must give your body at least a day in breaks. Especially after his type of work outs. Comber got up from the couch, walking towards his kitchen, grabbing his notepad, walking back to the couch to lay down after.

("Let's see...")

Comber reviewed the names and dates of ponies from the organization. The notepad was title, (The Day.)

("Guess it works in my benefits that Drackle betrayed us before I eventually do the same. He's s there on that day, but now that newbie from like 5 days ago is there.")

Comber counted all the workers on the list he remember that will be there on that day. The day to finally be free; that place is wicked and working to please a possible entity that causes nothing but grief and suffering proves it. That place will sweetened you up, just to get you to work harder for no extra pay, sometimes making you work for free. They would act like they care about you but deep down they want you to prove to yourself that you're not irreplaceable. You fail the expectations of what they expect of you, well you failed in life as the will be the last thing you did as failure. Comber remembers 25 years ago they hanged a family up, with Jackson holding a wooden bat. 1 filly and a mom and dad, hung up like pinatas to beat for candy. Besides in this case the guts are the candy. Comber remembers the whole incident, he hated watching it especially through all their begging and crying, and how Jackson was more motivated to continue while cheering coming from the audience.

("Funny he's there on that day.")

Comber felt a little like justice will be giving it out to Jackson from him on that day. If you were there, you would have vomit like a sick dog. The way all of them got tortured and for what? A God they feel don't exist? Just kill them next time at least so they don't have to see their own be beaten by a bat to death and ribs ripped open so they can literally beat the heart to a stop with the bat. Comber got up off his couch, heading into the laundry room, throwing his cape into the dryer after taking it out of the washer. After exiting the laundry room, he did a complete walk around the house, making sure everything is in place and clean, which it was. Once the dryer is done, he's going to head to bed as it's nighttime.

("At least no robbers or ponies dare step hoof in my house. Haha, that's one good reason reputation is good to have. So they know not to mess with you.")

Comber said walking back downstairs and laying back on his couch, head against a blue pillow against the arm of the couch. Comber thought more about the next day, work tomorrow would be something interesting, not really as it can be mostly the same every day. Comber's dryer and washer does a fast job, but that's what happens when the price is through the roof. Comber with boredom checked his watch with discourage that there's a new job to do; he was shocked to realize he had a notification, it was apparently a traitor. At this hour? Insanity. Comber got up off the couch, clicking on the address of the location. He's not in Flustered Town, so this so be interesting. Well at the the very least he can put up some form of fight. Comber heard the dryer beep with a alert it's finished. The part time assassin walked into the laundry room, opened the dryer and cleaned the lint filter, then after grabbing his cape, putting it on as he walked towards the front door, growing a confidence expression. Comber checked his watch again, this time looking into the notification. This colt had yellow eyes and blonde mane and tail with a shine to it, he had a blue coat.

("Unfortunately for you, Archie, this night will be your last.")

Comber chuckled a tiny bit. He has never failed a job and he won't start tonight. Comber opened the door, feeling the breeze of the wind. The wind was violent today wasn't it? With out another second, Comber shut the door, hearing it automatically lock behind him. He turned to the left after briefly reviewing his watch again for the location. Comber wasted no time in running towards his location with a grin on his face. How come he's going to have to deal with the traitors at night too?

Author's Note

Hmm... Maybe one of these days I'll practice MMA? Thanks for reading the chapter!