Somehow, I'm not surprised. [His voice is flat, unflinching at the first remark-- and the second didn't really do much more but earn Klaus an eyebrow arched in his direction.] How do you know what gym I was in, anyway?
[Diego's goal is just assessment at this point, see exactly how far down the blackhole of drugs that Klaus' skills have gone, what needs work and how much it will take to get him into a proper kind of shape. Right now, the most he knows is: A lot. He's lost a lot. Needs to work on a lot. But that's not enough to make any real training regiment.]
Give me a roundhouse kick. [He doesn't expect this to go well-- in fact, he fully expects Klaus to go too full-throttle and land on his ass. But he still waits to see how it plays out.]
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[Diego's goal is just assessment at this point, see exactly how far down the blackhole of drugs that Klaus' skills have gone, what needs work and how much it will take to get him into a proper kind of shape. Right now, the most he knows is: A lot. He's lost a lot. Needs to work on a lot. But that's not enough to make any real training regiment.]
Give me a roundhouse kick. [He doesn't expect this to go well-- in fact, he fully expects Klaus to go too full-throttle and land on his ass. But he still waits to see how it plays out.]