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Mask twelve stares at his hand and I lift the bat and hit him in the head, sending him flying sideways. “Like that.” He’s out cold, and his friends all run forward, together, like a fucking herd. I swing the bat and aim at their legs, all at the same time, and they fall into a heap on the ground. One of them manages to escape, but instead of running, he turns around and mutters, “I surrender! I surrender! You can just tap me.” “Why would I do that? You signed up for this, no? It’s your duty to make it more entertaining.” I drag the bat on the ground, letting him hear the crunching of wood against the tiny pebbles, then when I’m in front of him, I hit him across the middle. “Boring cunt.” “Number eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen are eliminated,” the speaker announces. I stare at the gray sky and tsk. “Come on, give me an actual challenge.” Someone breezes past me and I throw the bat as if it’s an arrow, whacking them from behind. Seriously? I internally sigh, still starin