How are you so good at this you're just mashing buttons!
Yang nearly snapped her controller in half when she lost -- again -- to Emerald’s onslaught.
“How are you so good at this? You're just mashing buttons at random!”
Emerald leaned back, dropped the controller into her lap with a grin. “Maybe it just looks like I’m mashing buttons at random because you’re not good enough to get it?”
Yang gritted her teeth. She was plenty good at this particular game, thank you very much, but no matter how much she practiced she could never seem to beat Em, who didn’t even appear to be trying.
And then Blake walked by, glanced at the screen, and cocked her head. “Lost again, huh Em?”
Yang’s brow knit. “No, she hasn’t... lost... once...”
Yang’s eyes burned crimson when she figured it out.