Muttley took the second game. it was a good fight, Glacia thought, all things considered. What was a victory without the challenge? Still, she had to get the victory first.
When he had taken the game, Muttley just pointed and laughed in that strange snickering manner of his, a far cry from how he had acted the previous game...
'Oh, shoosh you big ninny,' Glacia said, trying not to look too frustrated with herself. What would everyone else think if the stranger from beyond lost against a big hairy dog... thing? Not a lot, possibly.
Incendia wasn't paying much attention. Not that it was a big surprise or anything, but it was certainly better than him running off and doing something stupidly dangerous and awesome. Sports events bored him, that also wasn't a big surprise. Considering the little orange dragon was more content to watch some guy on the opposite side of the stadium pick his nose rather than the actual match was a testament to how his mind worked. In other words, very strangely.
Glacia was more interested in the match, for sure... since she was playing in it. The score was tied, last match, sweat pouring down her face, exausted. She wouldn't have it any other way. 'Bring it on,' she said, waving her racquet, a devilish smile upon her face.
