Malik was glaring at you as you failed to do 100 push-ups before collapsing once.

It was a hot day in Jerusalem, and for some unknown reason Malik had chosen you as his apprentice. His training routines were always hectic, and he always scolded you for even the smallest mistakes.

"This is the third time this day," Malik snapped, his arabic accent prominent.

"Can you go atleast once without kissing the floor like an idiot?" He sighed and motioned me to get up. "Come, let us go to the bureau and get you some rest."