"Fine!" Fil grunted as he was forced to jump back again by the Jack's halberd. His wooden 'clubs' was now much shorter than when he started with, forcing him into far closer contact with the remaining cards then he liked. Seeing the mallet on the ground dropped onto the ground by a downed Diamond nearby he dropped the mostly useless clubs for that weapon, reaching it just in time to block an axe strike by the King.

By now, he was looking nothing like his usual neat and tidy appearance. Strands of his hair had fallen out of his ponytail, and there was blood and dirt on his exercise clothes.

"Why is this my life? I just wanted a coffee!" He yelped as the Jack got in another attack, this time his leg.