"Time to train, slime ball!" Velra announced the next morning, dragging Jinn to a courtyard.
"I don't have muscles. Or bones. This is discrimination," Jinn grumbled.
She tossed a spiky fruit at him.
Incoming Object: Velocity – Medium
He flinched. It bounced off harmlessly.
"Lesson one: dodge better!"
Hours passed. Jinn bounced. Jinn flopped. Jinn got hit. A lot.
By sunset, he was panting.
"Wait, how am I out of breath without lungs?"
Velra smirked. "Good progress. You flopped 32% faster than this morning."
"Yay... improvement."