[ as their blades cross, sparks fly. kaveh slides backward to reestablish the space in between them, his back heel digging into the concrete as he readies another bum rush. he refrains for the time being and instead smiles a touch unhinged, the ghosts delighted to hear that they don't necessarily have to hold back and play nice. ] In that case... how we make a deal...

If we win, then your body belongs to us. But if you win, then we'll give him back to you?