Neither of them sat down right away.
Salvatore looked at them calmly, he was still wearing the same pants but had changed his shirt. He had only wanted to check if Roderick had returned, but instead he found the two of them fighting.
Felix stood with a tissue pressed to his nose, his chin tilted up slightly, his eyes fixed on the wall across from him. He was breathing rapidly and still looked furious.
Milo was still on the floor. He placed one hand on the chair beside him and pushed himself up slowly. His jaw ached when he moved it. His back hurt even more.
He realized he was still weak after all the exercise and training.
Salvatore shook his head. "It seems both of you still have so much energy to waste. I'll give you a good reason then."
Felix and Milo looked at Salvatore, confused. But the man only pointed at the floor.
"Push-ups, 20," he said.
Neither of them moved. They hadn't expected this at all.
Push-ups?
