John nodded. "Just that." He made a tossing gesture with the skillet in his hand, all from the wrist. "Giving it some spin is best, really. Kind of like a flattened out football." For some reason, the notion of a flattened out football made him laugh. But only on the inside. Teaching someone how to fight was serious business. There was no laughing in serious business.
Lips twitching, he handed the skillet to Cole. "Let's see you try. Then we'll call it a day. Unless you want a beer or something, too."