“I don’t like fighting, you know that.” Silco mumbled, his hands were up in front of his face, he huffed slightly. You basically commanded him to train with you and you were like a soft spot, of course he agreed on doing so, also because he had nothing to do. Which was rare.

Though, now he was here, wearing some training clothes, he didn’t like the feeling of the fabric but tried to ignore it. His hair was sticking to his forehead, he was sweating - he also didn’t like that but stayed where he was, letting you practice your kicks and punches by holding up some protection gloves.