Tyler walked over to the gun training course and smiled. He could shine here. He picked up the pistol and got in a good stance. He shot the target multiple times as he hit every vital area with almost pinpoint accuracy. He put down the gun and smiled. He missed a couple of vitals, but he always hit the target. Next up was hand to hand. He was mediocre, but he was good enough to defend himself when it came down to it. He then looked at his personal favorite the flight simulator. It was a small booth meant to simulate flight. He absolutely demolished the record, as flight was his forte and his animal DNA gave him an even bigger advantage. He got the fastest time possible and walked out smiling. "Done."