Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

The male came closer, closer. He was trying to get the best of Voodoo, and it wouldn't work. This was a game, a challenge, and Voodoo did not yet know the rules. He tossed his head, snapping warningly as the male sat beside the puddle. Voodoo pulled himself from the mud and muck, every inch of him tense. I've never been desperate in my life, old man. I'm not about to start, he spat, every bit as cocky as he could be in his position. Still the boy mantained a safe distance, letting the water drip from his coat as he stared down the man.