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Stiles bolts upright. “Werewolf martial arts! With special rules for the fangs and the claws, right?”
“And how do you propose we score that without allowing bloodshed?” Peter asks dryly.
“They do it for fencing!”
Peter raises an eyebrow. “Are the werewolves going to wear electronic caps on their teeth and claws?”
Stiles slumps again. “Are you going to shoot down all of my ideas?”
“Yes,” Peter says unrepentently. “Because werewolf olympics is a ridiculous notion.”
“Come on, don’t any of you want to show off your skills?” Stiles argued. “It’s human nature to want to measure yourself against your peers!”
“Showing off tends to impact poorly on secrecy,” Peter says. “And a loss of secrecy impacts poorly on survival.”
Stiles scowls at him. Then his face lights up again. “Best shift! Points for speed, smoothness, and degree from beta to full shift.”
“Stiles.”