𝓑𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝓟𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊 𐬹 𝓫𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝓵𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝓒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝓣𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝓣𝐖𝐎 ★ 𝔀𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝓽𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝓸𝐧𝐞

"Pass it to me Isagi!" The game was underway once again with the white trio in possession, "How should we attack?" the blue-eyed teen asked. "Ugh, if our passes aren't getting through to Nagi. I'll slice through them myself. Do you think you can stop me Akira?" Bachira ran at the golden-eyed boy who watched, lips curled in a slight smile before running to meet him in the middle.

The dual-coloured teen twisted past comfortably, but only because Akira let him. In what seemed like a blink of an eye the bronzed teen was now in front of him stopping the teen in a one-on-one, snatching the ball with ease before turning to run towards the goal, with no one fast enough to keep up with him. The last line of defence before the curly-haired boy could shoot was Isagi, who was rather easy to pass as Akira out-manoeuvred him while also being quicker stronger and more technical than the blue-eyed teen, brushing him off before striking the ball towards the goal.

Team Red 3 - 1 Team White

"três já foram, faltam mais dois" Akira mumbled before returning to his teammates. "Very glam Akira, well done." Aryu congratulated petting his hair gently as a reward for scoring, "Let's hurry up and restart already" Rin interrupted eager to finish the game off pronto. But unfortunately for the leading trio, they couldn't resume until their opposition team's talk had concluded.

"Wow still talking huh? must be strategising," Aryu said as they stood watching the white trio, who were still huddled in discussion. "vem alguma coisa..." Akira mumbled before looking at his teammates "Block Nagi" the curly-haired boy said his eyes never wavering from the adversaries. "Why he hasn't done much" his long-haired companion said looking at the bronzed boy in slight confusion.

"Trust me, meu amigo. Block him, me block Bachira okay?" and with that the game was underway, and Akira could tell what they were doing using a triangle formation to try and chip away at them as a way to get around the man marking. This was a rather smart tactic as the white trio pinged the ball back and forth leaving no chance of getting the ball. "Aryu!" the curly-haired teen yelled, "Don't worry Akira, I'll stop them glam style"

With that Isagi made a run towards the goal but Rin was one step ahead, "What a half baked link up play, everything you see with those eyes is" With the blue-eyed teen now blocked off, the white team got desperate and with well waited pass from Bachira, Nagi was somehow past Aryu and scored.

Team Red 3 - 2 Team White

Now at the moment, Akira was far from panicked, this was all part of the plan to lure them into a false sense of security before snapping them back into reality. 'Deus, se você pode me ouvir, pode me dizer do que diabos eles estão falando agora??' he thought as the whites, much to his dismay once again began to talk among themselves. "Having another chat on the battlefield? Here I thought you might have learned something, guess not." Rin interrupted striking the ball towards the goal, attempting to score from the halfway line like he had done before. "For me, every moment out here is a matter of life and death"