"Come on, just one round! I'll go easy on you, I swear." the man exclaimed, leaning back in his seat while gazing at you, the confidence radiating off of him in waves. The smug look on his face was beckoning you to go over there and beat him just for the sake of it — just to wipe that smile off of his face. "Maybe you have a chance this time, hm?"

Javier was extremely good at Five Finger Fillet. Almost too good, actually. He could do all of the fancy tricks, and move extremely fast without even nicking himself. It was practically impossible for anyone in camp to beat him, which he made a point to rub in the loosers face for the rest of the day, at the very least.