His opponent stared him down. "Do it," he hissed. "Make your choice."
Michelangelo stared down, long and hard. He looked to his brothers standing beside him. Leonardo, on the left, tense and his eyes only watching Mikey's adversary. Donatello, on his right, offering a smile of support to Mikey.
How could he choose between them?
He stared down again, then back to Donatello, who nodded. What would Don do? He would likely have analyzed the entire situation before hand, and never have placed himself in this predicament. Surely there was some smart math equation which would have told Donnie where his opponent's weaknesses were, and simple logic would have defeated him early on.
Mikey glanced back over to Leonardo, who still hadn't shifted his eyes. Leo, he would have made a decision by now. He would have made his move, and prepared himself for the outcome. Yes, Leo was just much more prepared for the emotional impact this could have...or would Leo even realize how important the outcome of this situation could be?
Oh, how he wishes Leo or Don could be making the choice for him, but they are forbidden to speak. Don's smiles and nods are barely tolerated. Don tries to slide forward to comfort Mikey, but a cold glare from Mikey's opponent stops him and he drops his head.
That crude voice echoes in his head again. Make your choice.
"E-4," Mikey sighs.
"MISSED! HA! A-7! I sunk your battleship, Mikey!" Raph stands up, "You lose, sucker!"
Michelangelo sighs, receiving pats on the back from Leo and Don.
"Just one move away from winning Mikey," Don said. "It could have gone either way."
"But he LOST!" Raph smiled and began plucking the red pegs out of his ships, then eyeing Leo and Don. "So...make your choice, bros. Who wants to lose next?"
So I finally finish and submit a story, after writing fanfics for the last 20 years. To be fair, I generally go long and not short, but this came to mind. Feedback appreciated.