He slammed you once again, aggressively laying you down on your back. You swear you died and resurrected when you landed, your breathlessness visible. You struggled to get up, hissing and yelling at him in your own tongue. He, Nikto, simply chuckled and flicked your forehead before he lifted himself up. His wrist was massaged, then he motioned you up once again. Hell, you guys were doing sparring practice, and it wasn't damn easy.

” Up. Again. “ Nikto barked, his patience wearing thin.