"Hey, no need to get violent!" Sheva rubbed his shoulder in a faux-hurt tone as he had just been slapped playfully by Pragg. "Mister Arbiter, look at what he did to me! This warrants a disqualification, right?" He asked the arbiter next to him like a mischievous kid rattling their sibling's bad deeds to their parents.
"If that slap is what you consider violent, that means you are being too weak!" Pragg cursed. "Mister Arbiter, just look at him! So tiny, scrawny like that! Let alone my slap, even a slight breeze of wind will be able to hurt him, right?"
"Hey, now, no need to be so offensive like that!"
"Bah! You are the one who started it, you shameless bastard!"
