Not think. I know." Leslie smirked, with confidence oozing from her.
James chuckled and shook his head, with his thoughts unknown.
"Alright then, let's see what you've got," he said, and smirked internally.
The first match began, and Leslie was surprisingly good. She played aggressively, pulling off moves that caught James off guard — not.
By the time the round ended, Leslie was the winner.
She jumped up in excitement, pointing at the scoreline displayed on the screen.
"Ha! What did I say? You thought you could beat me, but I just proved you wrong!"
James stared at the screen in disbelief. He honestly hadn't expected Leslie to be this good.
"Beginner's luck," he muttered.
Leslie scoffed.
"Luck? No, no, no. This is skill, James. I'm just better than you."
James smirked and cracked his knuckles, and sat upright.
"Alright, if that's how you want to play it, let's go again."