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Thrie watches the girls and guys gets tagged out one by one. Some getting some injuries, some not. Well, seeing who's throwing the ball, Shadow, he's not surprised why there are some injuries.

As he watched the show go on in his little corner of the court, he hums the Sephiroth's theme, The Ultimate One Winged Angel, Advent Children version.

Thrie picks up a rubber ball that had rolled over to him and had stopped before touching him. Then another one rolled over "Hey hey, my lucky day.... Eck!"

Thrie spins and presses himself flat against the ground just as a dodgeball flies over him at dangerous speed "Holy Chesty Pullers! I was actrually a target that time."

Thrie sits back up and resumes watching. The number of guy has dropped down to two and two girls are left also.

"Oh, so many people has already been tagged out already? Hrm, i was too busy humming to realize... heh, uh, my show then." Thrie said as he stood up and carries his dodgeball to center court.

Thrie stood behind Jack and holds up a red rubber ball to his chest. Thrie turns over toward the Gym Teacher and yells out a question "Sir, is team kill allowed? I'd like a challenge..."

The Gym Teacher pick up Thrie's cockiness and grin "Sure! Go ahead, tag out your teammate and put yourself up against the odds!"

Thrie smiles innocently from such a positive answer that he threw his dodgeball with both hand right at the person infront of him. The ball hits the back of Jack's head and knocks him straight to the ground. The ball bounces back and Thrie catches it with ease.

Jack gets up angry and runs toward Thrie. Before Jack reaches Thrie, Jack was hit by another dodgeball. Jack falls over and looks off to the sideline, seeing the Gym Teacher picking up another dodgeball.

"Ok ok! I'll get off teh court..." Jack said angrily.

Thrie's play time has officially began. His eyes half shut, and a very large but soft smile on his face. He was ready to test our his leader.

Planting his foot behind him, he held out his left hand to the front, his left hand in that professional stance. Crouching down, he swinged his right hand, clenched to a dodgeball, to the rear.

"So it has begun...." Thrie whispers. "Let the best one survive..."

Thrie takes a step forward, stepping a little off to the right. He swings his arm downward in a bowling ball like movement. The red rubber ball spins into an almost oval shape as it curved towad the boundry line and hits the floor. When it makes contact witht he floor, it makes an exact 90 degree direction change, heading straight for Alyson.

Thrie goes to a low croach, arm between legs and finger tips touching ground.

Thrie takes a step back fro the first ball and grabs an idle one behind him. The second attack causes Thrie to dive forward on his free hand. Rolls foward and comes back up using the spin as a driving force to throw his ball at Alyson. He puts a good spin on the ball and throws it a little left of the court. The ball makes a wide C as it heads toward Alyson's probable location.

"Well, tagging out a person of our caliber would be difficult" Thrie thought to himself "Maybe its time to take the risk and Try to catch these lethal ordenance.

Thrie spreads out his leg crouching half way, leans forward, twists his torso so his left shoulder points down and the right, up. Fingers straight. Left finger tips barely toughing the ground. Right finger tips reaching for the blue sky. A slight wind pushes his hair aside and away from his eyes for the moment.

Thrie twists his torso to give him the proper balance to right side and avoid the incoming attack that came quite close. But too far to catch. Thrie then steps from side to side and lightly kicks nearly all the ball away from him and toward Alyson. Almost hinting a "Give me your best shot."

"I have to catch only one... it'll be tough with that kind of spin but, its the only way to end this." Thrie thought to himself.

"This is what i've been waiting for... " Thrie thought as he prepares hismself.

As Alyson brings her hand back to jab that ball into his gut, he twists his torso forcing his entire body toward a spin. Thrie brings his hand to his guts ready to catch the ball and its full force. By the time the dodgeball makes contact, Thrie was upside down in his rotation.

A bright blue-white-ish light glows from the ball as it begins to send Thrie flying backwards, all seemingly going in slow motion.

Thrie looses control and falls onto his back, the bodgeball still pressing against his guts. He slides across the dodgeball court until hits a pole and engulfed by the dust from the sliding. All seems to have quiet down, and all it left for the dust to go away to see the final result.

Thrie just sat their leaning up against the pole looking down at the floor. The dodgeball that Alyson had threw sat lightly on the floor infront of him. He looks down at his hand inspecting the heavy burn from the rubber of the dodgeball. He sighs realizing he had been tagged out, defeated.

Then he feels a light tap behind him and he turns back to look at Alyson with a smile. "Hey, im already tagged out. Arent you supposed to follow the rules? Baka..." Thrie manages to comment lightly.

He turns his head to look forward again. All feelings of hostility seems to be gone for the moment. He felt quite happy at the end of the game... sorta. One of those Game match finishing moments with good sports. Aye....

The gym teacher gave a huff and changes the number on the score board. Remaining players on boys went from 1 to 0. The girl's sign begins flashing, indicating that they won.

Thrie turns his head when he hears a commotion going on. He sighs as he saw Leon had gathered whats left of the gang anyway. Apparently, Jack isnt around though.

Thrie notices the gang taking against trying to get back at Alyson. In an inproper way at least. Thrie clentches his fist not even worrying about the pain caused by the alst dodge ball that had striked him hard.

Thrie steps forward, leans down, twists his torso, spins a 360 and throws a dodgeball at one of the gang member. Then he proceeds into soccer stunts movement, kicking dodgeballs up into the air where he could catch it and hurl it spinning at the gang members.

His target was the back of the knee and then the head as they fell down. Thrie smile and yells out "How do you like the fire support, miss!?"

Jayce raises an eyebrow and smacks his forehead "Thats the worst pick up line ever... its bound to fail."