The Chicken Killers

Judas, finding it simply to dodge the balls with his superior agility and advantage of height, simply floated to the right and sent two arcing blasts of energy down at Myles from either side.

Judas, having ample time to watch the ball fly up towards him, simply floated to the side and laughed.
"Ah, I do hope you realize this is a farce, boy."
He waved one hand, a whirlwind of dust flying towards Myles' eyes, and chuckled as the knife, long forgotten, slowly and quietly slid out of a branch behind Myles and swooped towards his back, Judas hoping he wouldn't react in time because of the element of the dust and of surprise.

[He didn't actually say it. "forced himself to not yell out "Cut it out you idiots! Nobody is best, and this is the most ridiculous I've ever seen." But instead, he just frowned and shook his head."]

Judas frowned.
"By god, I was going to kill him, he's my opponent, this is a fight! Saved by a little girl!"
He wrung his hands together and sighed, peering at Myles as the dust whirlwind still flew forward.
"I've been playing around with you for now, just because I have nothing better to do. You're a weakling anyway, it's just that I don't like interruptions."