Mikael shakes his head and sighs as Andrew becomes winded almost instantly. The man actually does a facepalm halfway into lap seven and then starts rubbing his temples absently. "Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop..." The large Gladiator looks to the smaller man with utter disbelief, all the of the anger and rage completely gone. "Are you trying to deceive me? Is this some elaborate jest? Is there anything you can do besides drink yourself into the floor?"
