Round 2

Ding ding, round 2.

You & the Warrior quickly step into center ring but break off before contact, double fake-out. You both smile happily.

Ha! You too.

She extends a hand for you to take, when you try to she swipes at you. You dodge, barely. You shoot for her leg, she dodges, barely. It evolves into a version of the game Slapsies. Who can touch the other first? Though you doubt it ever involved a horn-dog in trunks or a naked war goddess before.

Swing, crowd says 'oooh.' Miss, crowd says 'awww.' But the thrill of this hunt can only last so long. Without any preparation, by unspoken agreement, you & the Warrior step in to collar-elbow-tie-up. The collision of flesh gives off a satisfying slapping sound, & the new game becomes 'Who's Gonna Blink?' You stare into each other's eyes, feeling each other's brows, smell each other's breath. Neither of you can press an immediate advantage, so you're think you can use this moment for a little planning.