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— ❝i don't know anything.❞
The girls weren't a fan of it, but Annie's continuous shouts and the fact that she was running already made them run after her. "Oh, my asthma." PJ complained.
"You don't have asthma."
"I feel like I have asthma now!"
The first players getting attacked were the ones holding Jeff by his throat. PJ kicked him in his chest, sending him flying back. Simultaneously, Josie hooked her arms under Jeff's armpits, dragging him away from the field.
"PJ! Cover the sprinklers!" Josie commanded.
PJ sat down. She covered the sprinklers with her hands. "I got it."
The girls thought they had done it. But they hadn't thought of the other ten players. There are eleven players in one team, after all. Slowly, PJ stood up and turned around. She looked back, raising her eyebrows when Isabel, Brittany and Stella–Rebecca joined them.
The front player took off his helmet. He screamed, lunging forward. PJ and the rest also screamed and lunged forward. Josie ran as fast as she could to take Jeff off of the field.
Estelle collided with one of the players to the right. He attempted to swing his fist across her face. Estelle dodged away from his hand. She was breathing rather intensely, feeling very watched by the crowd. This was going to end in a slaughter, she knew it, but she didn't want to kill anybody, not even a Huntington player.
She struck her fist onto the player's nose. He fell back, but not for long. This guy was easily one of the tallest, broadest members of the team. He was a full (and maybe even an extra half) foot taller than Estelle, but she stood her ground.
The player punched Estelle in her stomach, which made her fall forward, clinging onto his jersey. He continued to punch her stomach. Finally, after taking a few blows, Estelle managed to set herself free from the man's grip by stomping on his foot. She kicked him in his side. When be bent forward, she bored her fist upwards into his nose.
He fell back into the grass, but was quick to get up again. He was like an inflatable dummy, or something; always getting back up. Instead of punching her, the player grabbed ahold of Estelle's arm, twisting it as far as he could. Estelle heard a crack. She wanted to scream in pain, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
With her still usable arm, she punched him again. He didn't take it as lighthearted anymore. Grabbing Estelle's shirt with both hands, he smashed her on the ground. The player himself straddled her, his hands forming around her throat. He was choking her. She tried looking around. All she could see was girls and players busy with their own fights. Was she going to die here?
