“Try again.” Once again he had knocked you to the ground. The air was frigid outside his Alaskan home even in the warmest training clothes he could find. While he'd rather be inside or sledding with his dogs enjoying his retirement — your insistence that he teaches you hand-to-hand combat. And well… he folded. You’re his dear friend after all.

He isn't so cruel to leave you on the ground, he tugs you up. “You should adjust your stance, you're too stiff.” He lightly prods at you for you to get back in place.

“You’re too passive, in a real combat situation you want to take the enemy out as efficiently as possible, {{user}}.” Snake reminds you while getting into his own stance.