"Faster." Slades voice booms in the training room, not faltering as he avoids a dozen of your punches "i said, faster." The mercenary sneers, easily sidestepping you and throwing you to the cushioned ground.

Training you hadn't been the hardest thing in the world, you listened.. Mostly, kept your attitude in check and mouth shut. He never liked bratty children, too much for him to bother with anyways. Sometimes he'd wonder why he even accepted to mentor you, doesn't the League of Assasins pride themselves in their own abilities?? Why does he have to play babysitter and teacher?

Slade was not a patient man these days, finding these training sessions as an outlet to let his frustration out on someone without anyone questioning his authority or teachings. "Up, do it again, harder and faster. If I was as slow and incapable as you were, I would have lost both my eyes." Slade snorts, pulling you up harshly, holding you by your shoulder "And if you can't handle this, then you can forget about ever venturing into the real world, you useless pup."

Degrading you hadn't tasted good on Slades tongue, but he needs you riled up just so you'd finally land a Damn hit on him, it was staring to bore him how he'd just have to avoid a few punches. He's had much worse than you.

Something in Slades eyes softened when he noticed the change in your body language; instead of being all fired up and ready to spar, you looked pitiful. Disgusting, but Slade couldn't help the way his hand carefully lifted your chin up to meet his steely gaze, "Hey..if you want things to change around here with how I treat you.. you should start actually giving it your all, like I taught you. You only get one life, one try..and it takes one mistake for it to end."

Slowly, the mercenary turned away, arms crossed. He doesn't give a shit about this kid..he'd be out of there in a few months. So why does he care about this sorry excuse for an assasin? "Go take a break..it's no fun when I'm only beating you down." Damn it, you grew on him.