[Matoba rolls his back around the corner of the food tent's post, raising his brightly-colored plastic monstrosity of a Nerf crossbow to prove it. He gestures at the Nerf darts now littering the sand.] I suppose that puts us on neutral ground. There's no real prize for winning this activity, unlike the sports and pageants over there. What do you say we call it even, then?
[Except that there were still 3 of his familiars behind her with waterguns held at the ready. Easy for him to say, like he's offering some sort of mercy to a prisoner.]
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[Matoba rolls his back around the corner of the food tent's post, raising his brightly-colored plastic monstrosity of a Nerf crossbow to prove it. He gestures at the Nerf darts now littering the sand.] I suppose that puts us on neutral ground. There's no real prize for winning this activity, unlike the sports and pageants over there. What do you say we call it even, then?
[Except that there were still 3 of his familiars behind her with waterguns held at the ready. Easy for him to say, like he's offering some sort of mercy to a prisoner.]