Natasha was still looking at me with a sad expression, seemingly wanting me to give her words to cheer her up. But I really didn't want to, and besides, I had no plans of feeding her ego when it was already pretty damn large, thinking that was an entertaining story.
Well, I guess I could just roast her.
"You are upset at your loss, thinking it wasn't deserved, right?"
Natasha blinked a few times, not knowing what to say. It seems like she didn't expect me to be so upfront about it.
"Ah well... no, I..."
I let out a small sigh and cracked my neck.
"If I were to be the judge, then I would've given the victory to the other person too."
Her eyes widened considerably, looking at me like I was a T-Rex in a zoo.
"Wh-What?"
Even the others in the group were looking at me as though I was a new species. A bitter smile formed on my face as I held out my hands helplessly.
"Showing your expertise in language isn't just using big and fancy words."
TFW run and gun and headshot