"And what if I refuse?" Frank Yates asked, his voice calm but challenging.
"Refusal is an option," Iron Bull replied, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "But then you must kneel before Dana right now, admit you are trash, and declare that you are unworthy of pursuing her. Otherwise... don't expect to walk out of this stadium today!"
Frank sighed internally. He was getting tired of meeting violence with violence, but seeing the arrogant swagger of the man in front of him, he decided that a little face-slapping was necessary to clear the air.
"Fine," Frank said, dusting off his gloves. "I accept your challenge. How do we play?"
"Since you're playing goalkeeper, let's do penalty kicks," Iron Bull announced, setting the rules. "One guards, one shoots. Three shots each. Whoever score
