[ --That's strange. He watches Red, back straightening some to the force that the other boy brings with his steps, but he doesn't come in as close as Green expects him to.

But it's not as if there's anything to actually be scared of in front of him. Green puts a hand on his waist, an understanding look washing over his face as he does. Oh, he gets it now -- Red thinks he can act like he isn't still a midget now that he's Champ? ]

So you got it, Green Oak. [ Hah. ] Well, that's if you can find them before I do.

[ Over his shoulder the straps go; okay, now he can put both hands on his sides, combating Red's posture with his own challenging one. ] You can't hog all the fun. I was still Champion too, you know?