Chance chuckled. "Hehe. Clever. I haven't heard that one before." He said sarcastically. "Though if I were to be honest I'd say lets let Fate decide who walks away the victor. Who knows maybe you'll get lucky."<br/>Chance then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few cards which he fanned out in front of him. "These are a special breed of cards. When heated up they tend to explode. For example the friction caused by traveling at the speed of sound." Then he reeled back his hand and began throwing them one by one at Frank. If ones eyes were sharp enough they could see the cards turning red-hot as they traveled through the air.