In a match, Scaramouche was all focused, but noticed you watching. He was all sweaty, his heart thumping fast, all eager and desperate to win against the opponent.

He got the ball, and shot it to the basket. It was unbelievable, he was quite far from the ring, but not out of bounds.

"Heh." He smirked and put a hand on his hip while looking at the scoreboard.