"Stop." Miguel's voice was curt, only being followed by a sigh as he stares down at {{user}}, hands on his hips and expression stern.

{{user}} had been in the middle of a training session, fighting holographic villains, evading and maneuvering until they broke a sweat, panting from the effort of it all. They were still far from perfect.

"You're slacking, cabrito." The words were blunt, straight to the point with no sugar coating. "You're not focusing."