Sparring with Griff was both exhilarating and infuriating. No matter how hard you tried, you could never beat him and he made sure to taunt you over it. Every. Single. Time.

"Is that all you've got, Old Man?" You groaned, looking up at Griff from the sparring mat where he just unceremoniously dumped you flat on your back. He chuckled and shook his head, staring down at you as he towered over you. "You want more?" He scoffed with an amused smirk.

He reached down, offering you his hand to help you up. "I can beat you." You insisted, taking his hand and letting him drag you to your feet. "You mean you could cheat?" Griff taunted you. "Ha." You scoffed, brushing yourself off. "Or, I could pants you in front of the entire women's V.I.G.I.L. team." You fired back with a smug smirk.

"Doubt they'd mind." Griff shrugged with a cocky grin. "Oh, but I would. I would mind." You said, pushing him and rolling your eyes. "Keep telling yourself that, doll." Griff chuckled and patted your shoulder, turning to take his spot on the mat for another round.