Private Practice (Sergiy and Lucas)

I look up as I see Sergiy approach. He doesn't look happy to be here on a Saturday. Alright, so your coach told me that you need a good workout, so that's why we're here. I'm Lucas, the conditioning coach. Lucky for you, you haven't had the pleasure of meeting me yet. Today's your lucky day. I smirk at him.

Sergiy shook his head as he noticed this man, sighing towards himself before looking at him."Sure why not?" He said calmly.

(Sorry for the small post, it's hot in my room, next post will be bigger.)

I smile. This will be fun. Naya asked me to beat him up, but no, I won't lay a hand on him. I'll just work him to the ground. Alright, stretch out and then run three miles around the track to warm up. Run it like this is for competition, because it is. I will pass these times along to colleges. I get my timer ready once he's done stretching. Ready, set, go!

He glared at him, so he was attempting to tire a werewolf. lovely, He looked at the man, and begun to stretch out before slowly waiting for the man to do his think before going and running, after roughly Thirty Minutes of Running 60 Miles an Hour above slightly Human speed but no where yet near supernatural speed he came back and spoke."Done." He said only very slightly panting lightly.

I stop the timer and smile. Well done, wolf. Suicides, up to the 10 yard line, then back, up to the 20 yard and back, et cetera et cetera. Whenever your ready, Monomyth I look down at my clipboard and wait for him to start.

He looked at the man and shook his head, he listened to him and did what he asked. Before doing what he asked and came back, Panting slightly still."Done" he told him slowly.

I nod. Alright, this is bullshit. I don't want to be here anymore than you do. I'm kinda Naya's big brother, and she said to beat you up. I don't know what you did, but don't do it again, at least not with her. I extend my hand. Sound good to you?

He glared at the man."Threaten me again Hybrid, we'll have a fight. I did nothing to her, the two of us had sex. Problem with that, you little Cyka?" He said. That last part was Russian which meant Bitch, unless he knew Russian then he know what the word meant if he didn't to bad.

I smirk. I served in Russia for part of my tour in the Marines. ]расслабься, я не хочу драться с вами. She told me to talk to you, so I did. If I was really pissed about it, Sergiy, we wouldn't be talking, we would be fighting. No harm, no foul. Alright? I wonder if he actually speaks Russian like I do, or if he's winging it to sound badass. Either way, I admire this guy's attitude.

He looked at him and shook his head this man spoke Russian? IT impressive him he gave him the only reply he would give to this man."Тогда ебать мою личную жизнь партнера." Before shaking his head, and turning away to walk away.

(Attempting to leave.)

I shake my head as Sergiy walks away. Nice language there. Teenagers. I mutter to myself as I take a football and use my hybrid strength to throw it through the goal post.

(The end?)

(Yes.)