Here's my drabble:
I looked Linwood in the eye. “Deal.”
He smiled. “Vincent!” he shouted to the little man on the dais. “The game is on.” Vincent nodded, the scar on his cheek glowing in the filtered light. Linwood stood and offered me his arm in an attempt to look chivalrous. I stood and ignored the gesture. If he had been chivalrous, he wouldn’t have put me in this situation.
“Let’s get this over with,” I said. We walked to the dais, where an assortment of weapons had been laid out. I picked up a sword, ready to "play" to the death.
Not my best, but fun.