[B]Connor team[/B]

Austin raced forward grabbing a ball and dashing backwards again, his ball raised, looking for the first victim. He was on his toes, bouncing up and down. He was ready to dodge, ready to fight. His nose was flared in a desperate attempted to get more information. He hurls a ball straight at Jack, his body moving through the movements and nearing the line but in a distance where he could still react with plenty of time.