Jason glared at the brothers, now dubious whether he bit off more than he could chew. Taking on Oliver by himself would present a not insignificant risk let alone with Dave by his side, and lest it be forgotten, there was the metal pole in Dave's hand. Yet sadly for him, the love of his life had already scolded him for his cowardly ways, and he wasn't about to let her down twice, not even against an army of brothers. It was the only way for him to save face, he believed.
To his good fortune, though, Ellie had already foreseen his—not completely unfounded—thought process.
"Jason, please listen to me," she said, standing at the heart of the line of scrimmage. "This won't prove anything. Not only it will not prove anything, I will hate you for it. Now I know you can, but please, don't beat
