"Attack!"
Garoppolo had just announced the start of the play when the surging air waves came roaring towards him, and the offensive line was as if made of paper, purely for decoration.
The enraged bull grew larger and larger in his pupils, its red eyes, scorching breath, and fierce muscles overwhelmingly filled every corner of his vision, with a formidable aura and fierce killing intent pressing down relentlessly, making Garoppolo's knees slight quiver.
Damn it.
Garoppolo knew he had to act fast and get the ball out within two seconds, or else he would be crushed under the hooves of the enraged bull.
He took one step back, leaning his upper body backward, Garoppolo tried to create space for himself, scanning quickly to find the first passing target in the playbook—
Wide Receiver Samuel.
