"Well then, running is my usual position and I've heard only good things about your tackling, so we'll start with me that?" One-on-one rugby was fundamentally pretty awkward, but they could probably make it work, even if it became more like wrestling than rugby.

Garen spun the ball in his hands as he hopped on the spot, warming himself up with deep breaths. Leona seemed to be underestimating him. Her loss.

Three, two, one, go!

Ball in hand, Garen charged, running straight at the goal line, right through Leona.