[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

Once the sign to start was set, Bradley waited behind a tree, around the middle of the field. The lad with the shade was starting to get on his nerves however...

[color=royalblue]"Oi, you best be careful who yer callin' pirate here, else I'll serve your arse on a silver platter!"[/color] Bradley called back to Brock as he went into his place. Pirates might be a joke to this lad, but Bradley knows just how bad those murderous scum actually are...

Eh, no need to dwell on the past, Bradley thought. He made it to his destination, still around their half of the field, but near the middle. The way he ran was between trees, in order to not be so easily spotted. He wanted to make sure he can get that lass running straight towards 'em off-guard, and once he heard those tell-tale signs of grass crunching under his feet, Bradley braced himself for his attack.

Bradley jumped up, pointing both legs in where the lass would be, practically throwing his full body weight into his kick- he was going for a dropkick, to bring that hot-headed lass down.

[h2][center][color=royalblue][b]"KRAKEN KICK!"[/b][/color][/center][/h2]

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