Ellie rolls her eyes, striding toward, and past, him to collect her winning. A chert impaled on an arrow, just as planned. "It's not all about you, dude."

She begins to take the arrow out, clean it off, and check for any signs of infection or rot on the dead animal in her hands. Black blood slides between her fingers. She pays it little notice. "When I was eleven, the kids in my room stuck porno mags under my bed the night before inspection. I had to do cleanup for like three weeks. You'll get over a little piss."