Excerpt from my Ender/Bean fic: (because Battleroom tension is best :3)
Bean glared at Ender, angry at the older boy for picking on him. He watched with narrowed eyes as Ender asked the army what happened if one ricocheted off a wall at a 45-degree angle into the enemy. Everyone else answered/asked “you have 90 degrees left?” Bean sighed as Ender directed his attention toward the smallest member of his army.
“You have 135 degrees left, and that’s 135 degrees’ worth of surprise and damage you can use to your advantage if you show them your frozen, squatted feet. Now go freeze yourself, Ender Wiggin.” Bean burst out, but the taller boy only watched him with those incriminating blue eyes, which were almost a blaster in themselves. Bean held them for as long as he could, then he blinked. He realized Ender had shot him in the heart and he was now free-floating in the battleroom.
“Ho!” Bean shouted, glaring lasers at Ender. “You can’t leave me like this for the entire rest of the session!”
Ender’s blue eyes darkened almost to match the space outside. Bean felt a chill run through him as Ender quirked an eyebrow. “I ‘can’t’? That’s a new one. Just for that, I’ll leave you there for the rest of the session.”
