Azalea moved with the elegance of an elven princess, every strike graceful yet laced with biting remarks.
"Hmph, try not to embarrass yourself too quickly, little pookie."
Adam, brows furrowed and jaw set, shot back without missing a beat.
"Keep talking, twig. I'll make you polish my hammer when I win."
The insults flew as fast as the balls ricocheted across the table, each barb hitting harder than the last. The others gathered around, laughing and groaning at every exchange, Lux in particular hiding a smirk as the tension turned into a spectacle.
The match dragged on, neither willing to yield an inch. Azalea was precise, but Adam was stubborn — his resilience shining through with each daring angle and risky shot. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Adam landed the final ball with a resounding crack.
"YES!" he bellowed, tossing his cue aside and breaking into a ridiculous victory dance, arms flailing as if he had just conquered an army. "The dwarf prince reigns supreme!"
