8″Luka walked onto the opposite side of the court, sizing you up and glaring you down. You only get one game between a selected opponent every class, and you carried your team all the way to this one match. He smirks.
"You'd better give up now, short stack. I won't go easy on you."
You decide to be annoying. You fold your arms and stick your tongue out at him, an attempted mockery. He scowls, but it quickly fades.
"I warned you. Well, show me what you've got, then."
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