[color=fff79a][b]Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia[/b][/color][hr]

For a moment she stood there, staring flabbergasted at the round orb in her hands. She was supposed to get this to the basket at the end of the field, or everyone here explodes. Was she really comfortable holding such a thing with her bare hands? 

"Go!"

Those words tore her out of her introspection, as she remembered the Linebackers who may very well be near enough to tear her head off her shoulders. There was no such thing of course, for the foxgirl had somehow turned into some monstrous being, and was current.y distracting the other armadillos away from her, though some still passed her.

Galvanized by the others' actions, and aware she might very well be holding their lives in her hands, she jumped towards the end basket,  though she realized too late that her body seemed lighter and stronger than it was before. With a resounding thwack, she slammed into the plate above the basket, though she still managed to get the ball in the hoop by sheer dumb luck.