"Again!" Ashton snapped. How the other boy had moved so quickly and evaded him was unknown to the dragon, but he refused to admit he'd lost. "Stop moving so much," he muttered, unhappy, especially that this would require more effort than he really wanted to give. What was the point of this? He wasn't getting gold if he won. He wasn't even getting fresh meat. He shouldn't have to work so hard for nothing.
As though his words could somehow make Mickey stop winning, Ashton glared at him and folded his arms. "I do not like you taking the ball. You tricked me." And he had, with that skillful feint and the kick that followed.