Hearing Denver shouting at the top of his lungs, they didn't need to see what happened with him. Ruby sighed and looked at the stick she got. Then she looked at the stick Lex got. Then they both looked at Denver's stick.
He was the first to go.
Denver clicked his tongue and said, "Heh, just look at me clearing everything on the first try."
Lex gestured with both of his hands towards the mat. Denver smiled and strolled forward confidently. He stopped just before the mat and rubbed his hand, ready to jump.
Grandpa Max put his hand in his pocket and took out a gun. He raised it and fired, "Go brat."
Denver almost stumbled as he heard the sound of a bullet firing. He looked at Grandpa Max speechlessly and asked, "Why the hell are you carrying a fucking gun so casually?"
Grandpa Max shrugged, "Don't talk back to me, just jump if you want to otherwise get off from there."