Michael looks startled. "She never loses."

He ignores Michael. "...what do I win? I want something. Can we fight him?" he asks, pointing at him.

"Oh, sure."

And now he jumps at the half-mer.

"Hey, hey, wait, I didn't say we could--"

The half-mer is tackled by a gleefully growling boy.

He tries pushing him off.

Charles is not as strong as he was when Moira told him they had the video game but he's still way stronger than human. "Come on, put up a fight!"

Michael breaks one of his few rules of engagements and kicks him in the bollocks. 

Well and now he's seeing stars and groaning.

"Told ya I was the fangs kind of kid."

The fangs kind of kid probably would not have angled his foot so the claws didn't dig in, though.

Yes well now Charles is pissed and he's on top of Michael and he doesn't have rules.

And now Michael has teleported from under him, only to land on his back.

Well he can twist and claw at Michael.

"Stop it you two!"

"—you said we could fight."

And now Michael seems to be trying to strangle Charles, which is hard with his frictionless force field. 

That's more like it. Charles can try to hit Michael until he lets go, screaming himself raw.

The ghost of enjoyment appears across Michael's face. He teleports about fifty feet into the air, taking Charles with him....before teleporting back to Earth, alone.

Well he angles himself so he's falling towards Michael if he can. And if he can't he just bounces.

And now Zaneta is holding them apart.

"Moira told me you two were properly fighting."

"...what's that mean?"

"With intent to cause pain, little one."

"...isn't that what a fight's like? It's a fight."

"I think what you and my daughter do would be called playing."