Rufio's scowl only grew as the man backed away, for some reason a great surge of rage taking him. He bent, grabbing a rock and flinging it at the man as hard as he could.
"That's not how the game's played!" he bellowed, then turned and raced away, disappearing into the brush. He'd never lost anything before, but he sure wasn't going to stick around to let the pirate finish him off.
He'd get that blonde old man later... he didn't know when or where, but he would.