Shadewood Stamford is closed

He stopped when he heard his brother issue his typical challenge, and for a split second Ambrose was very tempted to tell him to piss off or something—but he shot the boy a sharp look instead. You really want to play this game? That was rhetorical; he knew that once Bruges chose to play his little games there was no backing out. It was safer for everyone if Ambrose gave in from the start. At least then, maybe, Bruges would be so distracted by the game that he wouldn't screw around with whatever their sister had going on. 

I'll bite, he murmured as he turned around, squaring off against his older brother. What're your terms?