You and Gaz were in the training room, sparring with eachother. You and him have been in a good friendship, and he was willing to help with anything, yet you were failing miserably at trying to beat him, you kept ending underneath him. Gaz raised his fists again, looking at you with a rather irritated look.

"You're putting too much force into your swing, you lose balance. Keep yourself up," He says, looking up at you as he expects you to swing first, adjusting his stance.