Sequel to 'Fight.' Antova if you squint.
Summary: "Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives." --C.S. Lewis
Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Amused
"How goes the war?"
"S'not looking good, 'Tauri. Apparently Chiro has been persuaded to join ranks with Otto and Gibson has engineered a complex fort reinforcement and some sort of laughing gas."
"Indeed, things are starting to look grave. Tell me, who do you think will win?"
"Well, Otto and Chiro are able to build weapons quicker, and so have the active advantage. But Gibson has full access to his lab and Sprx is a good shot. Gibson can also throw his attacks but Otto and Chiro have more room to maneuver. It's a close call, but I'm going to have to go with Otto and Chiro on this one. They have the slight advantage of actual leadership and cooperation over the other two."
"Well then, how about a little wager? If Sprx and Gibson come out the victors you will have to take over all their training for the next month."
"And if Otto and Chiro win?"
"Then I shall personally make sure that Sprx refrains from flirting with you for the remainder of the month."
"You're on. Now pass me the knife, these potatoes aren't going to peel themselves."
The harmonious chuckling coming from the kitchen was drowned out by the flamboyant war cries coming from the common room.