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Maya barely had a chance to think as Claudette called for them to start, and Madison grabbed her (in a totally not gay way) and yeeted her high into the air towards the flag. Her screams were partly shock and partly intimidation as she spun in the air and dive bombed towards the flag.

Only the ground was approaching her much fucking faster than she expected. With one arm she reached out to grab the flag, throwing out the other hand with a sound blast against a nearby tree. Her ears rang as she sent herself flying backwards. Her fingers curled around the flag.

Except, she’d completely missed when she’d grasped at it and only gotten air. Fuck!

Maya flew backwards, legs flailing down and catching the ground painfully. This caused her to trip from the high speeds she was travelling in and fall back, head slamming into the ground and hand caught underneath her as she tried to slow her fall.

[color=FireBrick][i]“FUCK”[/i][/color] Maya yelled, rolling over and clutching her left hand. One of the fingers was bent at an awkward angle and she was pretty sure she’d broken it… but at least her wrist was alright! She could still move everything else, the searing pain travelling from the crooked finger through her entire arm was nothing. No pain, no gain, or something. 

Not that she’d even gotten the flag. 

She shot bolt upright as something sparked next to her, eyes narrowing and noticing the thin lightning bolts that Grace was shooting at her. Her head spun with the impact and confusion and she almost threw up. Why was she shooting at her?

Then she noticed the face planted Emily right next to her. A grin crossed her lips. All according to plan (especially the near concussion and broken finger).

[color=FireBrick]“Hey Emily, you sure do like landing ass up, don’t you,”[/color] Maya taunted, because attacking silently wasn’t her thing when it came to the person she very much wanted to be in the dirt.[color=FireBrick] “Here, let me help you get up.”[/color]

She twisted around where she sat and sent out a sound blast at Emily, which should flip her right over and away if it hit. 

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Isla hesitated as they were told to start, having absolutely no idea what the plan was. Was there even a plan? They certainly hadn’t agreed on everything. 

Whatever, time to give it her best shot! 

She ran forward right towards the flag, head tilted up towards the two people flung through the air as she blinked forward, then rapidly to the side to avoid one of them who blasted herself backwards. Mariah was right towards the flag and dealing with the other girl who’d been thrown there. 

She blinked again, landing right next to the flag and Madison as an orange arrow pointed towards her. Was that supposed to draw attention? Whatever. 

Instead of grabbing the flag, as was probably inspected, Isla held out her hand and purple sigils glowed around both the flag and her beanie. She lifted the flag up into the air with her abstraction and craned her head around, pinpointing her gaze on Vashti.

[color=f26522]“Vashti, catch!” [/color]she yelled, flinging the flag right towards her with telekinesis. Hopefully the other girl should be able to catch it and get away.

Only, her aim was absolutely terrible and she sent it flying in a completely different direction, blood beginning to drip down from her nose as it got outside of her range of control.