Cordelia was prod of Aidan's progress, but they still had a lot of work to do. But the angel decided to join her boyfriend. She was bored just standing around watching him shoot targets. She wanted to fire some of these weapons. In fact she had an idea in mind, but she would bring it up to Cas after he was done with his girlfriend. "Give me a second." Cordelia walked over to the target area and set up a whole bunch of targets. Some moving and others weren't. Cordelia counted 12 targets and considered that to be enough. Then after she did that she went to grab herself a weapon similar to Aidan's, only not as big and more powerful. Cordelia came back to Aidan's side, holding the weapon. "Should six targets. The targets you don't hit in the sent you need to hit again." That insure the enemy was dead. Cordelia was going to hit her own six targets only she was going to hit them twice in the center. "Ready?"
Roman was upset with Leon, but that quickly faltered with a peck to his cheek. His boyfriend was dangerously annoying, but he loved him and vice versa. At least Roman knew what he was doing now. The boxer adjusted his stance to shoot, but Leon came up behind him placing his hands all over him again. Roman laughed a little. "You touching me like this is not teaching me. It's turning me on." Roman said, finally not able to hold in what Leon was doing to him. But he took his deep breath and exhaled slowly. He pulled the trigger and hit dead center. The boxer was proud of himself. "I'm practically an expert." He teased.
Abigial felt better knowing that Casteel wouldn't do that again just to teach her something. Harming himself was not worth that. At all. Just the thought of him hurting himself was making her sad. But she was trying to keep up her light feelings for the sake of this lesson. Cas assured her that he would be right back and he left her in the training room. Abby ran her fingers through her hair as she waited patiently for her boyfriend's return. After what felt like forever, Cas returned with a young boy. For a moment the boy seemed relatively normal, but then she caught sight of his wounds. Abby refrained from gasping. Her first thought was that he needed a hospital. Her second thought was that she was the hospital. She knew that she had to heal him. That was the whole point of this lesson. Healing. Abigail walked up to him with a small smile and ran a finger across his wounds lightly. She had no idea if she could even heal him. "What's your name?" She asked. She felt the younger male shiver slightly at her touch. After examining him, she started with his smallest wounds since those would be the easiest to heal. "A-allen." She nodded, healing him one wound at a time. "I'm Abigail."