"Category A begins now!"

"You sure you can do this?" Lane said with concern as he flapped his hand fan to the side.

I was holding a spear, standing in front of a fatty who seemed to appear tougher and definitely more experienced than me.

"Begin!" The red flag was waved and I lifted my spear and flipped it around in preparation.

Back when I was living with my aunt and her husband, I would mop the floors until the skin on my hands started peeling. What got me by was separating the stick from the mop and swinging it around. Then I would stay in a very pacing position...