- Boron - "So I'm the referee, I guess." Yttrium speaks as we enter the clearing. I hear a slight hoarseness in their throat, and they appear to have less energy than they normally do. "Do I just...say when it starts, decide who the winner is, all of that? Make sure you two don't kill each other?" "Indeed," I say, straightening out my attire for once. "Unless you don't wish to do so. You seem a bit tired, even by my standards." "Nah, nah. Just got a bit tuckered out looking for you earlier, mister sleepyhead." "Don't call me that. Please." I huff. "Besides that, where did you put my spear?" Yttrium ponders for a moment, before pulling their arm behind their back. Although they aren’t wearing any sort of bag, or even pockets, I hear them tinkering around as though they had an entire assortment of things with them. They sigh in relief as they pull out my spear from thin air, throwing it to me. I'