/It's called a tactical advantage. Work smart, not ha—the fuck??/
[You know a really great way to get a "tactical advantage"? Distraction! And what could possibly be more distracting than the fucking Phoenix??
It's not really the Phoenix, of course. Quentin would know if it was. You never forget what the legit Fire Chicken feels like. But still, having a burst of psionic energy in the shape of a huge fuckoff bird bearing down on him is enough to startle him in the way that only someone who recognizes the Phoenix can be startled, and Quentin visibly falters when he looks behind him in alarm. It only takes a second or two for him to recover, but that slows him down enough that his head start is rapidly diminishing, as are his chances of victory.]
/Jesus, dude, warn me next time you're gonna impersonate the space pigeon, will ya? Unless you were trying to give me a heart attack, and if so I want you to know I'm very disappointed in this unsportsmanlike behavior./
[Because marking an endpoint that conveniently gives you an unfair leg up is totally sportsmanlike. That's totally fine, in fact. In any case, Quentin doesn't sound all that upset, at most a little pouty that he got surprised, and he's doing his damndest to make up lost ground even though he has a strong hunch Nate's a bit better at this whole "full throttle psionic bullshit" thing than Quentin is.]
/Also, totally unrelated, but any property damage is an automatic loss, by the way. May the best psychic win!/
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[You know a really great way to get a "tactical advantage"? Distraction! And what could possibly be more distracting than the fucking Phoenix??
It's not really the Phoenix, of course. Quentin would know if it was. You never forget what the legit Fire Chicken feels like. But still, having a burst of psionic energy in the shape of a huge fuckoff bird bearing down on him is enough to startle him in the way that only someone who recognizes the Phoenix can be startled, and Quentin visibly falters when he looks behind him in alarm. It only takes a second or two for him to recover, but that slows him down enough that his head start is rapidly diminishing, as are his chances of victory.]
/Jesus, dude, warn me next time you're gonna impersonate the space pigeon, will ya? Unless you were trying to give me a heart attack, and if so I want you to know I'm very disappointed in this unsportsmanlike behavior./
[Because marking an endpoint that conveniently gives you an unfair leg up is totally sportsmanlike. That's totally fine, in fact. In any case, Quentin doesn't sound all that upset, at most a little pouty that he got surprised, and he's doing his damndest to make up lost ground even though he has a strong hunch Nate's a bit better at this whole "full throttle psionic bullshit" thing than Quentin is.]
/Also, totally unrelated, but any property damage is an automatic loss, by the way. May the best psychic win!/