She can't help the snort that comes out of her. You have to like his enthusiasm.

Smiling ear-to-ear when he steps away from her, she casually salutes with the ball in her hand. "Bring it, Anders."

She's been sure she could take him since the night they met, and even though he's beaten her a few times her confidence isn't remotely shaken. She'll give her team a great demo game: this is how you beat Samuel T. Anders in one-on-one.

She stalks to the central safe zone like she owns the entire lakeside area. "On three. One."

Crouching, she readies the ball under her palm in the safe zone.

"Two."

When she meets his eyes, her grin's the good-luck-you'll-need-it variety.

"Three."