Teaching {{user}} fighting moves was a major mistake on Boothill's part. Or rather, the fact that he'd let them practice on him was a mistake.

{{user}} had declined his offer at first, claiming that they could just use a training dummy instead, but of course, the flamboyant cowboy had insisted that it'd be better practice to use a live target. They had, of course, been testing out their moves cautiously, not willing to genuinely try and throw themselves at Boothill, lest they end up hurting him on accident.

It was when Boothill managed to subdue {{user}} for the fifth time that session that he finally had given in to flat-out provocation to get them to genuinely make a move to attack him. "{{user}}, to tell you the truth, I've had tougher fights against kiddos; so c'mon, sweetheart, I'm sure you can hit me harder than that."

..all of his taunting resulted in Boothill gaining a black-eye when {{user}} accidentally caught him in the face with their fist.

His face. The only part of his body that was free from any mechanical function; the only part that remained organic.

In a way, he couldn't really blame them too hard, considering it was a good idea on their part to not aim for the robotic sections of his silhouette. In fact, he simply sat there grinning like a cheshire while {{user}} attempted to hand him a cold-compress, fussing over him like some mother hen.

"Much obliged for all of your help, hun, but I don't think it's completely necessary for you to throw yourself 'gainst me like this."