[Felix's tone was caught somewhere beneath his breath as an annoyed aside to himself and a growling reprimand aimed at Finn before he actually got to the yelling portion of it. The ex-soldier closed the distance between himself and the two young males with quick strides. Once he stood in front of both of them the reprimand really started.]
You performed like shit. In particular you [Felix pointed an accusatory finger at Finn] because we both damn well know that that performance was utter bullshit compared to your usual training sessions. [Felix pointed to the far end of the room.] Ten laps, now.
[Felix waited until Finn began--quieting any protests from the teenager with quick, angry snaps if there were any tried on him--before turning his attention towards Steve. The mercenary's demeanor suddenly took on a new expression as his body posture relaxed and the tension eased from the air around him. He even went so far as to unseal his helmet and pull it off. He propped it against his hip as he held onto it one-armed.
The look on Felix's face was serious but without anger as he stared at Steve with a critical eye. A carefully calculated neutral to express his intent without worrying the younger man as much as, he suspected, the angry reprimands from earlier. Felix was no drill sergeant. He read people and used their emotions to his advantage rather than pure intimidation. Although that had its place in his repertoire as well.
Felix took a step closer to Harrington and used a level tone when he spoke.] You're a street brawler. Definitely been in a few fights with low stakes on the line. Scrappy, resourceful. There's nothing wrong with that in a small town backalley fight.
But you can do better. I'm going to show you how, and I expect you to pick it up quicker than the kid. [He raised his brows in a sort of 'you got that?' expression, challenging Steve to perform as expected. Was he asking for too much from Harrington? Maybe. But it also had good potential to motivate the young adult into putting more effort into his training.]
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[Felix's tone was caught somewhere beneath his breath as an annoyed aside to himself and a growling reprimand aimed at Finn before he actually got to the yelling portion of it. The ex-soldier closed the distance between himself and the two young males with quick strides. Once he stood in front of both of them the reprimand really started.]
You performed like shit. In particular you [Felix pointed an accusatory finger at Finn] because we both damn well know that that performance was utter bullshit compared to your usual training sessions. [Felix pointed to the far end of the room.] Ten laps, now.
[Felix waited until Finn began--quieting any protests from the teenager with quick, angry snaps if there were any tried on him--before turning his attention towards Steve. The mercenary's demeanor suddenly took on a new expression as his body posture relaxed and the tension eased from the air around him. He even went so far as to unseal his helmet and pull it off. He propped it against his hip as he held onto it one-armed.
The look on Felix's face was serious but without anger as he stared at Steve with a critical eye. A carefully calculated neutral to express his intent without worrying the younger man as much as, he suspected, the angry reprimands from earlier. Felix was no drill sergeant. He read people and used their emotions to his advantage rather than pure intimidation. Although that had its place in his repertoire as well.
Felix took a step closer to Harrington and used a level tone when he spoke.] You're a street brawler. Definitely been in a few fights with low stakes on the line. Scrappy, resourceful. There's nothing wrong with that in a small town backalley fight.
But you can do better. I'm going to show you how, and I expect you to pick it up quicker than the kid. [He raised his brows in a sort of 'you got that?' expression, challenging Steve to perform as expected. Was he asking for too much from Harrington? Maybe. But it also had good potential to motivate the young adult into putting more effort into his training.]