Kurai takes a deep breath, the whistle blowing as he tosses the ball high, sprinting forward. Swinging both arms back and jumping high, right hand coiled back. Lucas jumped back with wide eyes and dilated pupils 'Power serve! I can get it this time-' The ball suddenly appears in front of his face. Lucas gritting his teeth as the ball bounces off his shoulder high into the rafters.
"Brazil's Lucas Almeida brings up a shaky receive to Kurai's power serve!"
"But it's going back over the net to the USA"
Kyle watches the ball, stepping forward and softly bringing up the ball as Kurai rushes to the net, jumping to set. Setting the ball to the far side of the net.
Sean sprints forward, swinging his arms back like wings. His feet smashing into the court as he jumps high, swinging his hand into the ball as it warps around his hand. The ball suddenly hit the court behind Sean.
Michael and Dnaius land confidently, eyes seemingly glowing as Sean clicks his tongue silently. USA 0-1 Brazil.
Kurai turns.
"Don't let it get to you Sean" Sean exhales.
"You too, Kurai"
Lucas steps up to serve for Brazil, tossing it high and slamming it over the net with a jump serve.
Kyle holds his breath, holding out his platform and bringing the ball up easily. Kurai running forward.
"Nice receive, Kyle!" Kurai jumps into the air as if to spike. A wall of three giant blockers jumping in front of him. 'Gotcha' Kurai twists midair, setting to the same side of the court as Sean again.
Sean jumps forward from the back of the court, smashing the ball of the net with a loud bang. Landing and throwing his fist in the air. USA 1-1 Brazil.
"What a play by Kurai Vlast to throw off Brazil's wall!"
"That was a disgusting set"
Tyler tosses the ball, jumping forward and swinging it across the net. Diego bringing the ball up in front of the net. Michael sprinting forward and jumping, spiking the ball over Max and Jordan. Kyle pancaking the ball off the ground as Kurai steps back, leaning close to the ground and setting the ball behind his back to Sean behind him. Sean smashing the ball onto the court with another loud echo. USA 2-1 Brazil.
Sean walks over, pulling Kurai off the floor.
"Are you good after that?"
"Yeah" Kurai rubs his chin. 'Something's wrong… they've not even tried to block Sean for the last two rallies, are they trying to get me to continue setting to Sean until they can use the consistency to easily reduce my attack options?... or are they trying to make me think this way so that I don't use our main cannon?' Kurai turns across the net to Michael and Dnaius who smirk. Kurai turns.
"Tyler, I have an idea" he leans forward, whispering. "I'll set you on the right, so give it your all if they try to block you" Tyler nods as he walks to the back of the court.
He tosses the ball, whipping it over the net to Brazil's side. Matheus stepped back and brought the ball up. Diego rushed to the net and jumped to set. Kurai's eyes locked onto him. Diego sets right as Matheus jumps forward, smashing the ball past Max. Kyle brings the ball up as Kurai sprints towards the net.
Brazil's blockers watch with glowing as Kurai jumps. Max runs horizontal to the net to the middle, and Tyler sprints forward for the first tempo spike.
Kurai sets last second to Max as Max jumps, smashing the ball into a giant block, then the court behind him. USA 2-2 Brazil.
"What just happened!?"
"I don't know, the US sent all their attackers to the net for the attack to confuse Brazil, but Brazil STILL shut down the attack with a monster block!!"
Kurai turns to the blockers for Brazil, smirking in slight aggravation. Bruno tosses the ball at the whistle, power serving it over the net. Max jumped forward and began the ball up, falling back on his butt.
"It's low!!" Kurai furrows his brow, leaning down on his knee, pain shooting up his leg as he twists on the ground, setting the ball across the court. Sean appeared in front of the net and jumped high. Kyle stepped closer to the net. Sean smashes the ball as it hits Brazil's wall, hitting the court behind Sean as Kyle doesn't reach it fast enough. USA 2-3 Brazil. Sean gritting his teeth. As he exhales.
"Give me the next one, Kurai!" Kurai pauses. 'I don't think that's a good idea, Sean, they have you under your thumb' Kurai nods.
"Will do, high on the left, just as you like it"
Brazil's blockers watch and nod silently to each other.
Bruno tosses the ball, once again slamming it over the net right on the whistle. Kyle diving forward and bringing the ball up as Kurai jumps at the net. Quickly flicking eyes to garner the moment in an instant.
Michael, Dnaius, and Diego watch Kurai firmly, tilting towards Tyler on the left. Tyler rushes towards the net at first tempo. Max sprinting down the middle also at first tempo, Jordan behind him. Sean powering forward with harsh steps and a strong presence. Kurai smirks. 'Got ya' Kurai twists midair, smashing the ball onto Brazil's court with a left handed spike from a setting position.
The court goes silent as Kurai lands with a gritted smirk. The crowd exploded into a loud roar. USA 3-3 Brazil.
"Kurai Vlast!! The Emperor of the Court! He smashes past Brazil's wall with a left handed surprise spike!"
"Genuinly, Kurai is scary with the number of options he has, and he STILL chooses to score the point himself!"