Hannibal's score was 1.
Donald's score was 2.
"Eh?" Donald looked surprised and asked, "Is it a tie? Who won?"
"Look." Ramon pointed at the marbles.
Crack—a crack appeared on one of the marbles. It was Hannibal's marble. Now, there were two cracked marbles at the center of the table.
"If it is a tie, the tiebreaker goes to the defender."
"Whew, haha!" Donald put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin.
"Tch." Hannibal clicked his tongue, but then a large grin appeared on his face.
His grin looked unnatural.
Smack—a large sound of slap sounded across the common room.
Hannibal's head snapped to the side with a red handprint on his cheek.
During the slap, he didn't stop grinning even for a moment, not even when some blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
"Hahahaha!" Hannibal laughed and snapped his head back to the front. "That stung, hahahah!"
