Hmm, that was an interesting tactic for a teacher to use, and in spite of himself Tulio couldn’t help but respect Bedivere a little for it. A man willing to use nefarious tactics to get what he wants? That was someone the boy could get behind.
“Double or nothing? Two weeks homework isn’t nothing,” the boy pointed out, but thirty gold wasn’t nothing either if he looked at it from the other side. So double or... double. Yeah, it didn’t have quite the same ring to it so he let it slide. “Good thing I won’t have to worry about it. You’re on. Better take a real deep breath.”
Tossing the ball up and catching it again, Tulio seemed to weigh it, eying up his trajectory, before taking his stance. In all honesty he was just making it look good. A bit of fencing he could do, though he was no expert by any means, but the only thing he really threw around were dice. There had been that game back in El Dorado, but this ball was certainly not going to help him win of it’s own accord.
Winding up, he let it fly. The final ball headed right toward the target, right on track for a win... then curved slightly at the end and just glanced off, striking the side and jarring Bedivere’s seat slightly but not striking true enough to drop him.
The crowd was a mixture of laughter, cheering and a few “awws”.
“That was a hit! This game is rigged!” Tulio announced, pointing his finger at the volunteer ball handler accusingly.
((If anyone would like to join in, step up and try to show Tulio up then feel free!))
Bedivere flinched slightly when the chair shook, expecting a quick plunge and imagining that the makers of the game had wanted to give the students better odds, thus meaning any hit would dunk the poor unsuspecting victim... but the shake was only momentary, and he remained safe and dry above the rippling pool.
Trying to not visibly breathe a sigh of relief, Bedivere smiled calmly at Tulio.
"Alas, no rigging involved, only a direct and true strike to the very centre of the target is the means to sending my poor form to the watery depths." He explained cheerfully "In slightly less florid parlance, you must hit the bullseye to dunk me."