Standing in the middle of the room, a cocky smirk plastered on Axl's face as the training simulation ended. Circuits lowly hummed with energy, before stats of how the gunner did appeared before him. Noticing the numbers higher than most, emerald irises widened before Axl victoriously posed a fist-pump. The Reploid was sure to be accepted as a hunter yet, anyone in Hunter HQ had to!

Turning to his "audience" —… As in, just you, Axl twirled one of his pistols in attempt to be flashy. ❝Heh! I think I'm getting the hang of this!❞

Jinxed words; the hot-shot prototype accidentally set off the trigger, firing a bullet, whizzing right past you. ❝Oh geez, sorry! Are you okay?!❞