[ Sure he can run, but can Sonic ball, is the question. Hilariously that is the sort of challenge that Yzak would jump at. If he keeps losing, he's just going keep trying that much harder the next time if only to make the tiniest bit of progress from where he was earlier. ]

A few, yeah.

[ He lifts his head a bit to glance across the beach, to see who's still sticking around. Yzak rattles off a couple of names, before scowling, as he feels that competitive urge rise back up inside of him, eager to finish chomping down on his melon. Which, as fate would have it, he's nearly done with. At one specific name, he adds; ]

And he's so sure he could beat me! I don't even think he has any sort of out-there magical abilities or anything like that. Hope he's ready to eat those words because he's about to be in for a rude awakening!

[ A small flash of his eyes as checks the time, and then Yzak finishes up his cool little treat, swapping the rind with the drink he has next to him. ]

That'll be in a little less than ten minutes. We're starting on the hour.

[ A sideglance to Dearka. ]

So you better hurry it up, too, if you want to join in.