my companion and I started fighting. With them every day. Over a couple months we started to think we were getting pretty good.

But then one day the guy who made them (a missionary previously in that apt, and now in a nearby area) came to pick them up. We had a little battle with him and, seriously, it was like I was boxing Mike Tyson. Anything I did, I'd get hit multiple times in the face before I even knew what was happening.

So yeah, skills. Those guys have skills.