After losing again JD gave up his controller and left to finally get his sandwich. Fifi continued to cackle as Ean started the next game.
The demon’s amusement swiftly faded, however, and by the third game he was concentrating fiercely. By the fourth, he was even growling softly.
After the fifth game, Ean glanced over at his opponent. The demonically possessed chihuahua was glaring at him. Fifi’s teeth were bared, his jaw was grinding and his brow furrowed in strenuous concentration. His paws weren’t even on his controller.
Okay, Ean said, holding up his hands defensively. Stop staring at me until I burst into flames, and I’ll stop kicking your ass at Fantasy Fighter.
HA! barked Fifi. I WIN AGAIN, PUNY MORTAL.