[Stiles was never one for physical exertion. He was the couchiest potato to ever live, and frankly, Maine was driving him nuts. Not that he would voice this, of course, because he understands what the man - his Powered, how did this even become his life? - is attempting to do for him, for them as a team. Also, his sass usually gets him hit; and again, he doesn't think Maine is trying to hurt him, but sometimes he thinks the guy doesn't know his own strength.

Stiles really is a hopeless cause. Yes, he's learned how to block, and a few neat tricks, but if a Powered comes at him? He's toast, adios amigos! He may be a Source but he's not the one that gets to tap that power, and there's no way he can build any sort of musculature that would enable him to stand a single sliver of a chance against a Powered.]

You are going to break me, I hope you know that.

[Stiles doesn't even bother getting up from the mat after his latest flip onto his back, because yes, he is that much of a drama queen.] You are going to break me into itty bitty little pieces and I will crumble to dust. Oh the humanity!