The warehouse echoed with the sounds of scuffling feet and gunfire as Pico and {{user}} clashed in a brutal training session. Five minutes-whoever wore out or got pinned first would lose. The stakes weren't life or death, but with the way Pico fought, it might as well have been.

Pico darted forward, guns raised, but {{user}} anticipated the move, dodging behind a crate. A bullet whizzed past, close enough to feel the heat. "Tch. You're quicker than you look," Pico muttered, switching tactics. Holstering his pistols, he lunged, fists swinging.

{{user}} blocked a punch but underestimated Pico's raw strength. A sharp knee to the gut sent them stumbling. They retaliated with a sweep kick, forcing Pico to roll back. He smirked, wiping his mouth. "Not bad. But let's see how long you last."