"[b]Dear gods Lorenzo, what have you started?[/b]"

Emiri found herself very much agreeing with Grant as the group had decided to huddle...which they only did because Wesley was doing ti so Lorenzo wanted to do it, too. She was expecting a regular game of volleyball, now with everyone riled up it would turn out to be a magical palooza. Grant was clearly displeased in all of this, well more so than usual, anyway. Lorenzo shook off his concerns, and once the other team was ready the group returned to their positions. As Wesley served, Emiri watched him, somewhat dreading his attack. Still, she braced herself, and as the ethereal holy volleyball came down, she watched it carefully. She didn't like the look of it, but it was in her area.

The brunette stepped forward, arms up and she set the ball. As her fingertips brushed it, she felt a sort of push from the ball, and since she wasn't expecting it, she felt herself get knocked back and found herself on her back, watching the ball in the air. Lorenzo let out a hearty laugh, pointing at Wesley. "[b]Ha-ha! NOW the game begins![/b]" He called, jumping up and spiking it. Unlike Emiri, he was simply pushed back. Grant appeared in her sight, and as she took his hand he lifted her up. She nodded in thanks and returned to her position as the ball soared over the net.