Well played good sir, well played.
-She ponders for a moment, cross legged at Prototypes feet, eyeing the win with determination. In an instant, her face lights up with an idea, her hands brandishing a sizable feather which strikes bold and true at the soles of Protoypes feet-
Hah! Do you yield? I can keep this up all day! The win shall be mine one way or another!
-She threatens, furiously wriggling the feather, inflicting as much tickling as she can muster-