It’s Game Time
Sword sheathed at her waist, shield resting near her feet, her fingers quickly worked to pull her hair into a braid. Had she slept in again? Maybe, but anyone that criticized her, would just have to understand that staying up late to watch half a season of Friends was not a choice, it was a lifestyle, one that she didn’t want to change. Quickly tying the end of the braid, she picked up her shield, positioning it onto her forearm, before looking over to the enemy side, smirking as her eyes settled on the stoic leader. With a sigh, she moved closer to the front of the crowd, lazily latching her helmet onto the hilt of her sword. “You know, Hunter, I would completely understand if you want to accept defeat right now, it would save us a whole lot of unnecessary sweating, potential electrocution, and embarrassment.”
He was staring out at the crowd when he heard his name, looking down to see the culprit. It didn’t surprise him, the smack talk was routine by now. He simply stared at her for a beat, his stoic expression not changing in the slightest. He looked disinterested, as usual. But this kind of smack talk was just more encouragement. He’d bite. “If you want to save yourself the hassle of actually doing anything, you know you don’t have to play. I’m sure the cabin wouldn’t mind you sitting this one out.” he replied.
