"The results are in!" Rav announced, dramatic. He flourished his hand and paused for suspense."
"We know who won already," Ezra said flatly.
"Shh!" Rav hissed, waving his fan dismissively in Ezra's direction.
"In third place, with twenty-seven confirmed knockouts…Ezra!"
Rav clapped his hands excitedly. "For third place, you win the opportunity to make dinner tonight."
"I'm still the only one to kill a Tyrannodon today," Ezra pouted, crossing his arms. He had a competitive side, and didn't like losing.
Oberyn patted Ezra on the back. "Don't worry," the sweet Nephilim chirped. "I'll do the cooking. You should relax."
"And the winner is…in first place with a whopping FORTY-NINE confirmed knockouts…"
Ezra narrowed his eyes, sulking. "We helped you COUNT, Rav!"
"...is Oberyn!"
The crowd (Deek) erupted into applause. She's the only one who always gets caught up in Rav's theatrics.
"And of course give it up for Deek, with her second place count of twenty-eight!"
