Under the crowds unceasing chants, hockey jocks skated through the ice, shoving their arms in a fierce struggle, as their stick tapped for the puck forward. No.13 of the Gridlions skated himself to the wall and swiftly pulled backs. Unable to stop the momentum, No.24 of the Hellhounds crashed into the wall. No.13 snickered and tapped the puck forward. Suddenly, a red flash bumped into his side and threw him down. "How does karma taste?" he stole his puck and skirted himself forward.  Draven grinned and punched the air in approval. "Way to go! Anton" Sensing the presence of Gridlions's defenders in front. He slanted his back and tightly gripped his stick and dashed shuffling the puck. His eyes narrowed, as he dodged them with a feint to the left and continued to the right. Dribbling past them, one by one. He raised his head from his puck, and pushed himself further into the offensive side. He taped the puck forward, arching his stick up, h

“Are you trying hypnotise me? You viper!!!” Draven snickered and suddenly grasped her neck. “Aghh… Ah I don’t have… powers?” “Yeah, like as if I would believe that shit” Draven barked, tightening his grip. Her body heaved in a struggle; her hands threw punches. Draven sneered “Hehe how weak! What are you trying to pull?” “Please… please… let me go! I can’t…” “Can’t what?”   “I can’t …. Breathe… I can’t breathe” "Like as if I am going to fall for that" In his head, Vernon shouted “Idiot what are you doing? Stop it” “Who are you calling an idiot?” “You!!!” “She can’t breathe you dummy! Let her go!”   “Believe me, she doesn’t have powers” Draven narrowed his eyes and lifted her in the air “Tell me truth, do you have powers?” “Agh…Ah” “Fine, nod for a yes” She shook her head, Draven dropped her to the floor. “Ouch” Staring at him

In red and white, spectators stamped the stands, holding banners above their heads, cheering their home team. “Osborne! Osborne! Osborne!”“Yaay Osborne!” Hearing his name, Osborne grinned ever more, with his head in cloud nine. Coach instructions sounded nothing but fart compared to his need to fulfill his ego.He dashed forward and took the lead and fired lightning bolts from his hands. The others followed behind and provided support, shooting arrows and spears.Meanwhile, in the dugout, Coach ran a hand down his face. “Youngsters”With lightning on his feet, he flashed around in circles, forming an alarming tower of lightning. He stopped and pushed his hand. The gigantic tornado rushed towards his opponents.Sending them on a run. “Haha, this is your end”From the chaos, a girl stepped out and punched her palms out. Wind swirled above and formed an invisible wall just in time. L