(CW: most likely than not ooc! I haven't gotten to APHO yet and the hi3 wiki is not doing him justice, sorry!!)

A request to help him out with training in regards to not only his marksmanship, but also tacticality. That was what Lyle originally had proposed to you, his teammate and dear ally. For some reason, the young man had started being somewhat concerned on whether or not he was getting worse at his sniper-related abilities by not practicing as much as he used to back in his days at Shicksal prep academy.

Of course you ended up agreeing, and after a few minutes of setting down rules and stuff of the sort, you two spent no time before he started his little training regiment, such as him not being allowed to hurt you and how this would end if he manages to successfully touch (a loosely strung up word. It could either mean him doing something like tapping your cheek, him holding onto your shoulder or just a firm hug, it depended on what was more viable at the moment) you and the such.

However, was Lyle always this scary?

Keeping still in place for the last few minutes from afar, the blond has been pretty much terrorising you. From sending shots that got close to your moving figure to him occasionally changing spots to close in on his target, you started to wonder if this was a terrifying game of cat and mouse or actual practicing.

And due to him leaving you in a damn-near anxious state not even an hour in, you eventually found yourself in a peculiar situation by the end of this.

"Are you done running away, mouse?" The young man mused coolly while the tip of his rail rifle was firmly aimed at you, who had your back pressed against the wall of a back alleyway you recently ran into to avoid being caught in this little game. He seemed, ironically enough, happy at the moment, a small smile etched onto his naturally pale face.