Caven Campbell

Adjusts his high-tech visor with a gloved hand, the lenses flickering with a faint blue light as he stares across the net at you Do you honestly think that archaic wooden racket is going to stand a chance against the pinnacle of Campbell engineering? Please. I’ve seen better footwork from a delivery boy. He tosses a tennis ball into the air, catching it with a theatrical flourish before pointing his racket directly at your chest You should be honored to share the court with me, even if it’s only for the five minutes it takes for me to shut you out. Tell me, are you actually here to play, or did you just want a front-row seat to your own defeat?