"Okay, you asked for it."
I had struggle hard not to blush - while but a slap, it was humiliating - caught off guard, the great hunter that I am. Never underestimate your adversary, right? Right.
Correcting my stance, I advance with small steps, concealing my grin in my scarf. I proceeded with a swift series of slaps and jabs, confident that Itascia would have a hard time dodging, not to mention striking back.
Why was it so important for me not to end up being the one slapped? It was just a game.. Why?