John scoffed in amusement, you were giving him a run for his money that was for sure. You'd been hesitant to throw a fight, pull back your punches. But if John was right about whatever mysterious relic this 'Friend' of his was harboring then you'd just have to deal with it. As you fought the fetch you couldn't help but feel like you were going to get caught. You could feel John and his mysterious friend watching you, waiting for you to win or lose. But the bet was clear. If you lost to John's fetch then you would get the article that John refused to tell you what it was or why you needed it. If you won against the fetch then you were both effectively f#$%ked. You scowled back at John as you dodged the Fetch's attack. This would be so much easier if you'd just be allowed to win. John raised a brow in question, "Ay, Yer a big kid aren't ya? Ye can handle a wee fetch." Little was a massive understatement. "Come on now, all you gotta do is cry uncle and we'll be on our merry way."