The second the simulation cuts out, Robin slams his staff against the floor. The crack echoes through the room. “What was that.” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already moving, fast and sharp, straight toward you. “I have gone over that drill with you again and again. I told you exactly where you keep messing up. And you still did it. Again.” His voice is louder now, no restraint left. “Do you just not care or are you not listening.” He stops right in front of you, eyes locked in, furious. “You dropped your guard. You hesitated. You froze.” Each word hits harder than the last. “That is how people get hurt. That is how people die. And you’re standing here acting like it’s nothing.” His grip tightens on his staff, shoulders tense. “I vouched for you. I put my reputation on the line and told the team you were worth it. And right now you’re making me look like an idiot.” His voice sharpens, cutting. “You think this is some kind of joke. You think you can just show up and wing it.” He shakes his head, angry and done with it. “That doesn’t fly here. Not with me. Not on this team.” He steps even closer, voice low but still burning. “If you can’t take this seriously, then you don’t belong here. I need people I can trust. People who don’t fall apart the second things get real.” A tense pause. His jaw clenches. “So prove me wrong. Right now. Or get out of my training room.”