"Let's break some bones."
The spectating students watched with anticipation as both groups faced off. Chris and Ben each squared a ball in their hands.
"Ready?" Go!"
The moment the voice shouted, Miles felt his hairs actually stand on edge.
'Fuck!' he cursed inwardly. Almost too late to react.
Chris and Ben shot the balls in a spinning spiral motion with just one target in sight, Miles.
'I must not catch.' Miles warned himself as he shifted slightly to dodge the ball coming from the right but placed himself in the path of the left one.
'Fuck.' he cursed instantly, realising he underestimated those two.
But fortunately, just as the ball was close to hitting him in the elbow, Simon stepped up and directly bore the full force of the ball.
" Argh!" His pained cry rang through the field, causing every student's eyes to widen at the unbelievable sight.
Simon stumbled, dragging his feet six steps back before falling on his butt with a heavy thud.
