"Boss, what do we do to the squealing chicken?" Sky asked when Leon received the call. "Should we send him to the slaughterhouse?"
"Sky, give me five minutes, I'll be with you shortly," Leon replied and ended the call.
He turned his attention to Ella, who had stopped crying. She was feeling calm after unburdening her heart.
"I'm so sorry for losing my nerves," Ella's said in an apologetic tone. "The sight of blood and Frost screeching got to me. I guess I'm not as strong as you."
"You are stronger than you could ever imagine, my love," Leon smiled "This is your first time practicing with a live target and if I were to sincerely grade you, I will give you eighty percent."
"Really! Even after my poor performance?" Ella's face brightened up. "Don't you think you are biased with your grading? I feel you giving me that high score because I'm a wife. A sincere score should be... forty-five percent."
