Hector wasn't usually one to...agree to actually spar. But he was almost positive Juliet would appreciate that it seemed like he was making an effort. Even if the handler's words hadn't been exactly inspiring to him -- he knew there was no way around it. He'd been there for nearly three decades and he was prepared for many more. People spoke of SEA passing with such hope for their futures that Hector hated to be the bearer of bad news if they were told that tons of people had come before them saying he would get out.
The fight was something that got his blood pumping, that was for sure. He'd kept it relatively simple in terms of the fight. Hector stepped out from where he was finishing putting on new pants. Unlike Vasily who seemed to have his clothes remain undamaged, Hector was far from different. He'd lost many a shirt or pair of pants to having to go out and use his powers. "It was...different." He wasn't used to fighting with 'animals'. He pulled a shirt out of his duffle bag, grinning a little. "Neither have I. They usually have me...fight people and that's usually an unfair fight by the end of it." It didn't help that Hector's other form was more like a giant tank that healed. He smiled a little as he leaned against one of the lockers.
"It was a good change. I think you might be the more experienced fighter." Hector held back the part of his power that was instinctual. But the man held himself back quite often.