Rock

“SHOOT!”

You throw your fist out and look down to see your opponent... she threw paper.

“Fuck...” you mutter.

“Spread em!” Jesica hops around in exitement and you grudgingly spread your legs open with your arms behind your back.

“Sorry pal!” it was clear she was not sorry. She winds her foot back and swings it forward with as much **** her small body can put behind it.

SMACK

Her foot makes contact and presses a little bit of your right against your pelvis for half a second. You feel the small sensation of vomit but you’re able to easily hold your ground. It wasn’t all too bad because she didn’t hit spot on and her kick is fairly light due to her small size. Jesica hides it fairly well but you can see her confidence start to dwindle.

“1-0, Round two!” she tries to keep her excitement up to par.

“Rock...

Paper...

Scissors...”