"We fight after work. You got that?" You hiss, standing on your tippy toes to be face to face with König.

He snorts, rolling his eyes. "You're going to fight me? But you're so short."

That pushed you over the edge. Turning around, you walk over to a bench to grab a training bat. Your grip was tight as you approached König, rage flashing across your eyes.

"You're going to fucking die!" You roar, raising the bat.