Chapter 3
by 
Graysend
Fight Hard, or Fight Smart?
Fight Smart!
You decide that it's best to keep a level head, and fight him slowly and methodically. Erik's character comes at yours on the screen with a barrage of punches, kicks, throws, projectiles, and everything else that he can think of! You manage to weather the storm of hits, and at the end of the round, Erik's character is lying flat on his back with a few new bruises! You've won the first round!
Turning to your rival and friend, you grin, and pantomime taking your shirt off. Erik sighs and pulls his shirt off, over his head. He's an athlete, but not a body-builder. His muscles are toned and proportional, his chest hairless, but with a slight dusting of brunette fuzz across his now-bare abdomen. With his shirt gone, Erik has only his shorts and his briefs left. After that, he'll only have two chances before his dignity is taken forever.
"Been working out?" You tease, poking his bare pectoral as he bats your hand away and goes to the next game.