[hr][center][h2][color=f26522]Brock Van de Vate[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

The instant Asa's countdown started, Brock got his game face on and took his sunglasses off. It's [b]STRATEGERY[/b] time! Almost like playing ball with the guys back home, but with more deadly superpowers. Unlike his power flexing before, Brock threw more energy than ever into leeching the heat from the air around him, coming to a glow in a matter of seconds and only growing brighter as time went on. Meanwhile, the air surrounding him took on a chill. Five seconds per ten feet would be enough to frost over the ground by Brock's reckoning, and he started walking slowly to make a swath of crunchy and slippery grass in a line along the middle of his team's side of the field, shouting towards his allies the whole time. Everyone would be able to hear him with ease including the other team and the spectators.

[color=f26522]"Take care of that kid coming at us for me -- I'm prepping the field! Pirate Boy, get your ass out there! Go, go, go! And be careful with the girl with the massive rack, she's really fuckin' fast!"[/color]

Annoyingly, he'd take at least a minute to get up to a white-hot burn. He hoped he wouldn't be interrupted before then.