Drakkon pushed off the ice again. Sam wouldn’t dodge this time. He stood his ground. When the time was right, he tossed the pizza high into the air and reeled back his fist. Drakkon saw what was coming, tried to change trajectory. But he lacked the friction. As soon as Drakkon reached him, Sam delivered a punch directly into Drakkon’s sternum and sent him skidding back. He caught the dough once again.

“Hmph,” said Drakkon. “Loathe as I am to dignify this foolish game… the thought of working under her employ is something I cannot allow.”

- Ragnarust Round 5