“Боже, you are slow.”

Nikto’s pale blue eyes seem to drill into you, as he shifts back into a neutral stance, still towering over you.

He crosses his arms, making no move to help you to your feet.

“Get up. We will do it again.”

It’s still up in the air as to why he suddenly decided you needed extra training, but you’re not about to argue. He’s extremely talented- albeit kind of scary.