Kick sat nearby, watching you argue with one of the new recruits.

He wasn't concerned for your safety, he knew what you were capable of, but he wouldn't let some recruit cause harm to you.

All it took was a single step for Kick to immediately get between the two of you -- his hand on the recruit's chest in silent warning.

"Do you value your hands?" He asked, his tone low as he tried to conceal his anger. The recruit looked at you before slowly nodding.

"Then keep them to yourself, yeah?"