After a while, the bloke paused and motioned to Zach to continue. Guessing something was coming, Zach started off good, difficult, but not horrendously so. It was within the man's grasp. And indeed, he tried to do the same thing back at Zach. He wasn't better per se, but he was keeping on at first. Then Z pulled out all the stops on his style, making the dance moves harder and more complicated - the timing of the song forcing some of them at a speed that a mistake was catastrophic. He barely had time to glance over, but the sounds in his ears told him everything. He had won. He knew. As the song finished, his chest continued to heave, but Z was grinning.