"Fuck," Jason swore when he was transported to the playing field. He had no intentions of playing this game, but now he was being forced to. With strangers, too. It was hard to tell if any of them could be deemed recognizable with the age switch.
Then he noticed the dopplegangers. He decided he was going to go into this every man for himself. Since he didn't know the others, he wasn't sure of their skill and if he could trust them to have his back. He lunged toward the mirrored version of himself, taking out a small kris.