Greg just glared at him with a frown on his face. "Sure, you might know some facts, but let's face it. I can still beat you, even with a type advantage."<br/><br/>Angie swallowed, "Marshall, don't. It's fine. Really" She gave a worried smile. Greg, however, wasn't going to back down. With his eyes narrowing, he suddenly tucked into a ball and shot at him at high speeds, ramming into him. The others stopped eating and watched, some rooting for Greg and others for Marshall. Angie winced, eyes big. "Stop it! Really!"