Despite being assaulted by the pressure sprayer, Laz bettered his use of his new sense over and over again. He also was able to focus and aim better, finally clearing all the paint off of the bag. By the end of the day, Laz was able to anticipate when he was going to be hit and move out of the way. The very last time, Bill just stood there with the wand dripping while staring at the young man in front of him.
Laz had jumped around, flipped and roll to the point that Bill just stopped trying. The worst part was Laz had kept his eyes closed the entire time, as though he was taking a nap and sleep walking. Bill eventually just walked around while muttering something about using the gun next time. His words sent a shutter down Laz's spine, but he wasn't going to stop him. He could tell the training was working, although it probably wasn't what Bill had intended.
