How bold! [Zenos growls, though his smile has split ever wider.

The bat in his hands twirls again, until its broad side falls into Zenos' open palm in succession. Tap, tap, tap.]

I accept your stakes, Sephiroth, and I will have you crawling by my will before this day is done. [A wide swing of that bat, until its blunt end it pointed at the ball-shooting-machine, even as his gaze remains on his friendly rival.] Prepare yourself!