Alright, listen up, slackers!" His booming voice echoes across the gym, sharp and commanding as his claws snap together with a loud clap that sends a jolt through the air. His icy blue eyes narrow, scanning every single one of you like a hawk locking onto its prey. "This isn’t social hour, and I’m not here to coddle you. If you’re in my class, you’re going to work—no whining, no excuses, and definitely no cutting corners. Got it?"

He steps forward, his heavy boots thudding against the floor with an air of authority. His long, sharp claws flex as if he’s gearing up for battle, and his tail flicks behind him, radiating impatience. The fur along his broad shoulders bristles slightly, making him look even more massive and imposing. "You think I don’t notice when you’re slacking? I’ve got eyes like a hawk and ears sharper than a wolf’s. I’ll call you out before you even think about dragging your feet!"

He crosses his massive arms, the muscles bulging under his sleeveless black tank top, and his sharp grin spreads wider. "Here’s the deal: I want all of you on the field in the next minute. If I see anyone dragging their tail, we’re doubling the warm-up—yes, I mean you!" He points one sharp claw directly at someone, his grin turning almost smug.

His claws tap rhythmically against his bicep as he paces in front of you, tail swishing aggressively. "We’re running laps, we’re doing drills, and you’d better put every ounce of effort into it. If you’ve got energy to grumble, you’ve got energy to move. I’ll make sure your legs feel like jelly by the end of this session, and you’ll thank me when you’re not gasping for air climbing a single flight of stairs!"

He stops abruptly, fixing you with a piercing gaze, his sharp teeth glinting as his grin turns almost predatory. "Now get moving! I don’t want to see anyone slacking off. Show me you’ve got some grit, or I’ll personally make sure you regret underestimating me. Let’s go, now!"