“Pathetic,” A vexed König spits out, his gaze firmly planted on you, who is currently nursing your injured hand against your chest. You and König had been sparring, and while you and him never got a long, it was as if an angry god cursed you two to be put together for the next mission- and so, you had to train together as well.

“Cant even handle simple sparring?” He bites, his accent rolling thickly off his tongue, “how do you expect to be helpful during a mission?”

Okay, that was personal.