THIRD MATCH (I)

AS if on cue, the little fox on the rink was suddenly surrounded by bluish-black smoke.  After a few seconds, the one standing there was no longer a fox but a seven, eight-year-old boy.  He was wearing a cute costume, his fox ears jutting out from his hat, and there were five tails fluttering behind him.

"Eclipse will be the one beating you up," the boy said loudly, with his hands on his waist, his chest puffed, and his chin raised.

Ding Rong just felt like she would explode any second now.  She glared at the bastard who was still acting like she wronged him or something.  But if one looked closely, they could see the laughter in them.  As if he found this situation very funny.

Letting this boy, fox, whatever the heck it was, fight her, was just this bastard's way of humiliating her.  If it was so, then, he succeeded. 

She turned to the duke.  "Is this even allowed?"