"A battle royale?" Wang Ling asked.
"Yh, let's do it. Sounds like fun," Raizo answered. "Unless, of course, you're all scaredy cats," he taunted.
"It's not a matter of being scared. Someone may get seriously hurt," Amy said. "The tournament is tomorrow."
"I'll admit a battle royale sounds fun," Kyle reasoned, "but we need to be in peak condition to participate tomorrow."
"Meow," Harden said playfully. "I didn't know one of my teammates was a cat."
"What did you say?" Kyle asked, clearly annoyed. "Bring it. I'll kick your asses."
"Now that sounds like the Kyle I know," Harden said, stretching his limbs.
"You guys can do what you want, but I'm not participating. And you can call me a cat if you want—but I'm out," Any added.
"Wang, what about you? Are you a man or a cat?" Raizo asked.
"I'm a man… a man that's about to win this battle royale."
"Alright, let's beg—"
"Wait!" Wang interrupted before Harden could finish. "We can't just beat each other senseless. Things could go horribly wrong."
"So what're you suggesting?" Kyle asked.
"How about this: the goal is to knock your opponent down and keep them down for at least three seconds. And since Amy isn't participating, she can be the judge."
"Sounds like a plan," Harden said, nodding in agreement.
"Alright, fighters to your positions!" Amy said, gesturing for each of them to go to one corner of the room.
When they were all in place, she started her countdown.
"Three… two… one… BEGIN!"