And then Michael lunges at Sadde.

Sadde eeps and falls on the sand. "What are you doing!"

Michael pins Sadde, and growls. 

She twists and tries to take his balance and to drive a knee to his groin—she knows how much that hurts.

He manages to avoid her knee just in time. "What was that for?"

She hopes him talking to her is enough of a distraction for her to headbutt him.

It is. The boy falls to the sand, slightly dazed, but oddly content looking. "Okay, you win. Wanna play?"

No.

Now she pins him, with one knee where (she thinks) his solar plexus is. "Why did you do that?"

The boy cringes in pain. "I just wanted to see who was tougher! Humans are so confusing." 

"Well don't do that again," she says, standing up and folding her arms, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I won't, I won't! You're dominant. Do you still don't wanna play?"

"You attacked me!"

"Yeah, so I could figure out which of us was stronger. You beat me, so now we know. For now."

"You could have asked!"

"You could've lied! I would have. Also, you weren't being very fair to start with."

"Not asked who was stronger, asked to fight, or something. Especially if you wanted me to be fair, I'm not gonna be fair when someone just lunges at me out of the blue."

Michael sighs. "I'm sorry." He extends a clawed, webbed hand. 

She cautiously accepts it to shake—if he tries anything else -

He does not. "Sorry aside, don't ever go for that area again. Bad enough I have to keep them outside."

"...keep what outside...?"

"Boy parts."

"Oh. Well, don't ever surprise attack me again, then, I don't fight fair."

"Okay. We please be please be friends now?"

"...fine."

They stand in awkward silence for a moment.

"So what do ya wanna do?"