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	[color=cyan]Feya strokes her chin once the next match was at its preparation. Boone looked more than ready to compete and avenge the badger humanoid. The fitness woman rotated her neck, cracking the air bubbles located between her bones. “No pressure, but you kind of have to win this,” she snickered. “Put your all into it,” Feya mentioned afterwards.
	
	Staying in silence, she noticed her captain chose to utilize his own weapon for the challenge. Smart move, but not a clever one. The rules applied to the weapon did set off a disadvantage. The blunderbuss won’t be able to hit Chaka at a distance away. From the start of this match, Boone is going to have to close the gap between them to deliver a critical shot. Even then, the annunciation he has on his person is of low supply. The competitor only allowed him five shells — not a lot of room for error.
	
	The familiar whistle rang through Feya’s ears thus starting the match. Realizing that this is a match of marksmanship, Feya understood why there wasn’t a lot of fighting abruptly. The winner of this match had to go to the victor who utilizes the environment to their advantage as well as stealthily and successfully attacking their opponent. 
	
	Feya winced, not sure if she could do any better in this matchup. Most likely, Chaka might unleash her entire round onto Feya, therefore, winning by the rules of the game. The fitness woman wouldn’t suffer any major injuries, but would still lose to a technicality. The rules of these games make everything more difficult.
	
	Feya dug her nails into her forearm. Boone received a point against him already. To make matters worse, he descended down into a trap. He managed to get out of the situation; however, it did appear that he might have inhaled some of the poisonous fumes that Chaka threw down. Chaka definitely knew how to win in this contest and the layout of this environment. Every time Boone received a paint shot on his person, he seemed to become angrier. 

	Boone clearly attempted to fool his opponent in several ways. His on-the-spot thinking pulled off some clever tricks. He rustled some bushes to trick Chaka, but alas, the enemy figured it out. By appearing behind the captain, he got another in. Feya clapped her hands together. [color=deepskyblue]"Let's go; you got this!"[/color] Kind of late to start cheering for support; this might have been what the teammates who had lost needed. Feya had been quiet throughout the matches so far. It's possible they could have pulled through with someone in the sidelines chanting their name. 

	The Red Rum's captain started becoming a little desperate. In one final attempt to fool his competitor, he clothed an inanimate object and pushed the limp body into the pit. By applying flames and other variables, he managed to make a convincing trick to finally pull over Chaka. The succession brought a grin to Feya's face. [color=deepskyblue]"Did you guys see that? He finally landed a hit!"[/color] The events to follow next just confused the fitness woman. Everyone began acting weird when Chaka's face was revealed. 

	Looking at the faces of her crew members and Bill's underlings, she did not understand the commotion. [color=deepskyblue]"I don't get. She doesn't even lift,"[/color] Feya grunted, not fully aware of men's opinion. She shook it off and became relieved that Boone managed to take another win. The fitness lady turned her attention to the second-mate. Smiling in return, she curled her arm to show off one of her magnificent biceps. [color=deepskyblue]"I'll definitely bring back a W for sure!"[/color] 

	Feya watched the next scene unfold; the next captain stepped forward to participate in an eating contest. The fitness woman tugged her earlobe. [color=deepskyblue]"I mean, I get that it's a contest, but...this doesn't seem difficult."[/color] She shrugged her shoulders, not willing to speak anymore on a matter that she doesn't know. This practically could become a match for the ages that parents will tell their kids someday. 

	Unfortunately, this match would give her no insights on how to approach her next match. Eating questionable items was not going to prepare her against Bullet Bill. For that, she utilized this time wisely to start a warm-up. She lied her stomach on the ground and began pushing herself up from the floor. The fitness woman transitioned into sit-ups, crunches, planking, and burpees. [color=deepskyblue]"Ugh. I really need to find a way to take iron with me wherever I go,"[/color] she grunted, wishing she had some dumbells to lunk around. 

	Her body began to perspire, beads of sweat landed on the floor as her body temperature rose. Her heartbeat increased and the muscles she worked on began feeling tighter. She started to uphold herself with her hands while performing bicycle kicks in the air. [color=deepskyblue]"Can't forget about the leg muscles,"[/color] she spat. As more time passed, she heard the end of the eating contest thus ending her warm-up. 

	[color=deepskyblue]"Okay, Red Runners! Group up!"[/color] She extended her arms out and tried to pull all her team members into a group huddle. Whoever she managed to include in her group hug would no doubt smell the body odor coming off of her. Those who were unfortunate and were on the left and right side of her would feel her sweaty arms wrapped around their backs-- their necks if they were shorter than her. [color=deepskyblue]"This is our first chant so I'll make it easy. On three say "For the Gains." 1...2...3...FOR THE GAINS!"[/color] On each count, she pushed her head forward hoping to bash heads with her crewmates. 

	After the chant was done, she clapped her hands together. [color=deepskyblue]"I am pumped!"[/color] She yelled at the top of her lungs, ready to particiapte.[/color]