Laz's coughing was drowned out by the old men's laughter. He hadn't spent a lot of time with his grandmother before she left the world, but he still remembered her as a constantly smiling face when he was young. Knowing that these two old men were telling him that the smiling face from his youth was able to crush beer cans would definitely be something he couldn't forget.
Then again, he started this so he should have expected it. After he finished eating, he walked over to the barn to start hitting the bag again.
Bill yelled out, "I didn't tell you to go back there did I?"
"Nope."
"Oh. Ok. Yeah, go do that. Nothing beats hardening the fists. You would be surprised how weak a normal persons fist is." Bill seemed to wave him off a bit, but it was true never the less. Hitting the bag over and over again would be the best way for Laz to learn how to control his strength. He needed the practice with that before he ever had to hit a human.
